I am still trying to nurse for the one feeding at night.
I couldn't watch him be hungry anymore.
I just couldn't.
I missed 4 feedings on Thursday and my body didn't feel a thing. No engorgement. Nothing.
That's when you know you don't make enough to sustain a life.
I'm sad, but its freeing in a way. I would do anything, give anything, for my children. Anything. But its nice to have my body all to myself.
Its nice to be able to share the responsibility of nourishment with others. Karaia and Beckham have loved being able to feed Sanders.
So, its over, but its not the end. Thankfully most things in life come attached with happy and sad parts.
I have mourned the sad parts.
Time to focus on the happy.