Wean on me

My baby boy turned 11 months this week. Which means we’ve hit another milestone together – 11 months of breastfeeding.

It takes me by surprise some times, how he’s not my little baby anymore. I will look over at him sitting in his highchair chewing on a sandwich or playing with his toys and sometimes he looks up at me and smiles and waves. A real little boy.

But our feeding times together have been a constant. It wasn’t always joy and rainbows though. In hospital, for the first day or so he couldn’t latch on, so I’d express colostrum and feed it to him in a syringe. His facial palsy meant he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough on the right side. It crossed my mind that breastfeeding may not work at all. Continue reading