Ever since Daniel discover food he's more interested in eating then nursing during the day. I still try to keep the nursing bond going. I enjoy that special time for just him and I. I typically try for the minimum of 10mintues hoping it will be enough to keep my milk going till he reaches the one year mark. But it's getting less and less as he grows cause he nurses more for comfort then he does for feeding.
I've tried pumping to keep the supply up but ran into a struggle with him taking a bottle. In the end all that pumping, storing, freezing and whatnot seemed like to much trouble. So here I am counting the days down
I guess the thing that bothers me is my changing role in this. From conception I've been the one whose provided nourishment directly from my body. For 10 months my mind was trained to eat well cause I have to feed the baby. Then once my son was born I may have changed how I fed him, but it was still directly from my body. Also the healthy eating mindset was still in place. I needed to watch what I eat and drank cause I feed the baby.
But now the baby is learning to feed himself. I am no longer the provider of direct nourishment. This makes me very sad and I'm struggling with my role change. I always want to be able to provide for my son. While I comfort myself with the fact I still feed him and will for a long time to come...my plate is his taste testing ground...the food connection we share is now on a different level. I understand this is part of him growing up and becoming an independent individual. I mean how many breast-feeding adult men do I know...not counting the perverts...still it's another sad mommy moment for me.