A photo shoot to mark the end of our breastfeeding journey. Most people who dream of letting bub self wean don’t have the luxury of knowing which breastfeed will be their last, it’s usually something you think about a few weeks after and think ‘Hey it’s been a few weeks since we breastfed, I wonder if that’s it now?’. Which is what happened with #3, the time between feeds became longer and longer and the feeds themselves became shorter and shorter. After being diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and being told I had only a few days before starting chemotherapy drugs that I couldn’t breastfeed on, I was gifted a breastfeeding photo shoot by Tara at White Lotus Photography.
I have been on a fairly high dose of Prednisone for a few weeks now. I am supremely bloated and the heaviest I have ever been, for a bit of perspective I have gained 5cm around my neck! Things like dying my hair are extremely difficult now. I have managed to overtone it, but not sure if I have the energy to fix it this morning, we’ll just pretend it’s intentional. I have woken up (if that’s possible without really sleeping) extremely sore today. The thought of getting ready is daunting. I desperately hope I don’t look ‘sick’ in the photos.
Bub was super shy during the shoot, but Tara was super nice and accommodating. Usually when people get breastfeeding photo shoots its all about flowy lace and flower crowns, the standard nature goddess pics. Um… not really our style. Bub is currently loving Captain America and Harley Quinn is an easier one for me to do my own take of. Of course as soon as we got there bub wanted boob, right on cue.
This was our last ever breastfeed. I told bub this would be our last boo-boos, she said “bye bye boo-boos” and had an hour long drawn out final cluster feed until she couldn’t stay awake any longer and crashed out. I feel so sick to my stomach knowing that she is going to be upset when she can’t have anymore boob. I literally feel so nauseous and stressed knowing tonight is going to be a rough night. But my sweet little girl is sleeping at the moment and we’ll deal with what happens later, later.
