We are done. :( It's a good thing, I know, but I can't help feeling a bit sad about it. She asked to wurse about 1-2 hours before we normally wake up and I almost gave in because she asked so sweetly, but I thought it was closer to wake up time and said no. She threw a little fit that made me feel not so bad about saying no. She just turned her back towards me in disgust. :)
I can feel a spark of freedom, but right now I guess I need to mourn a little. It's funny because I have been wanting this for the most part. Especially since my anxiety or hormones or both have been uncontrollable and uncomfortable. I keep thinking that maybe nursing is causing this feeling. I guess we shall see, because it doesn't seem to be the copper IUD.
I keep trying to find relief in tinctures and tea, but I think I'm going nowhere with them. Right now I am trying Ashwagandha, Reishi and Kava tea. Oh and sage to dry up my milk.
Crying over dried milk
What am I?
An old woman now?
No more babies, no more nursing
The factory is closed.
I'm crying over dried milk
because
just because
I'm crying over dried milk
cuz those days are done
Crying cuz the mid-life crisis has just begun
I can hold you and rock you, hold you and rock you
until you leave my nest
For now I will cry over my deactivated breasts.
It's time to pacify the pacifiers
Retire what made us all tired
Crying over dried milk
until my freedom soaks in
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