I'm done breastfeeding.
This day has been coming. Gradually Ella has become less and less interested in breastfeeding. But Monday I officially decided to stop altogether. Then Tuesday morning I woke up and breastfed her one last time.
I'm emotional today about it. My boobs are sore and I want to pump. But I'm not. I know this will pass. And I know it was time to stop. But even though I've done this before it doesn't make it any easier. I'm mourning today.
on a lighter note...
Monday night we had dinner at the Hill's house. yall know they live right around the corner. well as we were driving over Annie asked us "why aren't we walking to Mimi and papa tom's?" Anthony and I looked at each other... damn she called us out on our laziness! What do you say to that?
I say we need a neighborhood golf cart.
