When I was pregnant I knew that I would breastfed for a least one year. From all the research I did there were only positives to breastfeeding so why not right. Determined that there would be no other option. I was lucky and H was a trooper and despite her size she had a great latch and did not have any problem sucking. It came very natural and easy for us; we had some bumps in the road with three batches of thrush. But got over then without any problems. I enjoyed the connection and found comfort in the fact I am providing my daughter with everything she needs to thrive. H was exclusively breastfed with no bottle for nine months until the day she turned nine months old she refused to nurse. WHAT?!?!
No matter what i did she would not take my breast, she feed fine the day before them BAM no thanks mom. I expressed milk and she drank from a cup with a straw like she has been doing it her whole life. WTF? (And the F stand’s for fudge of course). I have to say I was hurt, like she didn’t need me anymore. Sorry H but momma did not get the memo that you are a big girl now and no longer thinks it’s cool to nurse!
So three weeks later she still refuses to nurse, and I am since had to supplement with formula – my milk supply seemed to dry up with her not nursing just pumping. And I am left feeling guilty with giving her formula, discouraged that we didn’t make it a year and sad because I can see my little baby growing up.