Golden Boobies Box For A Babyshower Gift

I was extremely excited when I learned that one of my oldest and dearest friends had fallen pregnant.  If I was excited when Annette told me her news, I was having conniptions when she mentioned her intention to breastfeed.  WINNING!

Being the lactivist I am, and knowing the stockpile of invaluable but common items she was likely to get at her baby shower, I felt compelled to get her something uniquely focussed on her breastfeeding goals.

This was a perfect opportunity to gift a Golden Boobies Breastfeeding Box from Mamas Milkbar.  This is an assortment of breastfeeding awesomeness, curated especially for a new mama.  The box came beautifully presented in a black box with gold lettering.  It gave the impression of luxury, but the two breasts on the box also gave it an air of fun.  The following items came in the box:

  • Silicone pump (letdown catcher)
  • Breast shells (can be worn inside your bra to catch and store any drips)
  • “Breastfeeding Naturally”, which I would describe as a breastfeeding encyclopedia from the Australian Breastfeeding Association
  • Breast-friendly gel pad
  • “Galactacookies” mix
  • Handmade wool felt cabbage leaf
  • Washable bamboo breastpads
  • Some neat storage bags
  • A beautiful letter of encouragement

The Mamas Milkbar team have recorded a video demonstrating what’s included in the box.

Annette and I had so much fun when I gifted her this box and we went through the items one by one.  As Annette doesn’t yet have any kids, all of the items were very novel and new to her.  She laughed and laughed at the shells, and couldn’t imagine ever wearing them (but I am quite certain she’ll change her mind once her baby comes along).  We both puzzled over the cabbage leave and she was very impressed with the silicone pump.  I was very happy to see “Breastfeeding Naturally” was included – as an ABA member and proud owner of this book, I know how brilliant it is.

I feel like this is a great gift for someone I’m really close to, like one of my sisters or sisters in law, or a really good friend like Annette.  At $159, the Golden Boobies Breastfeeding Box is not only a unique and luxurious gift, but it’s a step towards planning for breastfeeding success, and that’s priceless.

**All views expressed in this post are my own.  I was given Golden Boobies Breastfeeding Box from Mamas Milkbar to review, but did not receive any monetary payment in exchange for a favourable review**

Member Story – Gentle Toddler Night Weaning Experience

Over the last week I have been weaning my 2.5 yr old off night feeds and it has been the most loving, beautiful experience.

I was really worried that it would be filled with screaming, tears and tantrums, but she has done such an amazing job at accepting and allowing the process to unfold.

I am patting myself on the back for being the parent that I am that has also played a role in this being such a loving experience.

It started with me saying that Beeboo (her word for boobies) were really tired after being awake every night for 2.5 yrs and they really needed to start sleeping at night, when it was dark.

I asked her how she would feel if Beeboo slept at night when she slept and woke in the morning, when the sun came up, and then she could feed.

“Would that be ok?”

In the tiniest little voice she said “Yup”

So I knew that it was possible and now I knew I had to allow her to make the decision.

I explained that when she went to sleep Beeboo would go to sleep as well and when the sun came up she could have some.

She jumped up, excited, and said, “I can wake her up with a big good morning and get on.”

Then at night, when we talk about our day, I mentioned that Beeboo was going to go to sleep after she did and then not be available until the sun was up.

She went to sleep, woke up asking at around 11.30pm and I reminded her that they were asleep, but she could cuddle in and hold them if she wanted too.

So she did and every night since, when she wakes up, she gets up has some water, has a wee, then hopes into bed and cuddles in.

The only real show that she was struggling was a 10 minute meltdown on day 2, when i said no they were sleeping, but i think that was more because of the day we had, then no boob.

It has been 4 days and so far it has been bliss full and if anything I think it has bought us closer because she cuddles me now, and I no longer feel like pushing her away and feeling touched out from too much sucking.

This post was originally shared in the support group Breastfeeders in Australia, and has been shared anonymously with the mum’s permission.  The accompanying photo is a stock image, and is not of the child in the story.  Do you have a breastfeeding story you’d like to share with us?  Send us an email to [email protected]

A New Kind Of Breastfeeding Bra

I was recently sent a Discretion by Gina breastfeeding bra to trial. Robyn at Yummy Mummy Lingerie was keen to get my feedback on this brand new release.  My excitement levels were very high, because 99% of my current bras are cheap, stretchy crop tops with the other 1% being bras with underwires that don’t fit and that I can’t wear, but can’t bear to throw out.

As I need a size 14F, it’s hard to buy bras that fit in department stores. One thing that’s put me off buying bras online before is fear that they won’t fit. The first thing I noticed about Discretion by Gina is that it’s true to size – the 14F that arrived at my home actually fits me! The bra comes with more back strap clips than the usual 3 that comes with a standard bra, which makes it ideal for the post-pregnancy body.

This bra is quite different to other breastfeeding bras. It has an extra panel inside the cup that’s designed to facilitate hands-free breastfeeding. The design is actually patented, which I found really interesting. Nearly every breastfeeding bra I have worn before was basically of the same design, albeit some minor differences with clips and overall fit. Discretion by Gina is the very first bra I’ve ever tried on that had a noticeably different feature – if there’s ever been a cutting edge of breastfeeding attire technology, this is it!  For a twin mama, I imagine this feature must be invaluable.


It’s not especially tight, but what it lacks in support, it makes up for in comfort. When I consider that this bra has been made for new mums who have not yet mastered juggling a baby with perfecting attachment and positioning and burp cloths and covers, and for whom discreet breastfeeding is a major consideration, it’s relaxed fit is actually an advantage. It’s less likely to create or exacerbate blocked ducts, which are a significant factor for new mums.

But perhaps the most exciting aspect for me is how beautiful the bra is. It comprises of a soft pink satin fabric with a black overlay. It made me feel soft, feminine and a little bit sexy. It’s not an everyday bra, which is a good thing for me. If your bra is filled with old, worn, stretched-out bras that cost $10 for a 2-pack at Kmart, you probably don’t need another everyday bra either. You can buy Discretion By Gina direct from Gina or view this bra and many other beautiful items at Yummy Mummy Lingerie.  Buy yourself something nice, you deserve it.

**All views expressed in this post are my own.  I was given a bra by Yummy Mummy Lingerie to review, but did not receive any monetary payment in exchange for a favourable review**

5 Years – The Milestone I Don’t Talk About

My son turned 5 this week.  His fifth birthday also marks the day that I have been breastfeeding for five years straight.  Followers may recall I recently wrote about my daughter’s second birthday.  I see them doing the math – I breastfed him for 3 years or so, and have been breastfeeding her for the past 2, right?  Actually no.  My five year old son still breastfeeds.

I don’t talk about it as often as I’d like to.  It’s not for shame – I am very proud of my breastfeeding journey.  I love to call myself a lactivist and take any opportunity to discuss breastfeeding with anyone who wants to talk about it.  I WANT to talk about it. I feel like a total fraud for NOT talking about it more.  Normalising breastfeeding is hugely important to me and part of me feels like a gutless wonder for not being more open about my own circumstances.

But despite the best efforts of lactivists everywhere, “term” breastfeeding still a very negative stigma.  And while I don’t mind copping flack from the keyboard warriors about my choices, I don’t want to offer my son up to be slaughtered by people who, at best, simply don’t know any better.

More so, I don’t want him to be judged by people who actually know us.  It makes me really sad to feel like I can’t tell the people closest to us that he still breastfeeds twice a day (once at bedtime and again when he wakes).  I wish I could talk about it with pride.  They might look at me differently, and I could live with that.

But they might look at my son differently, and I can’t live with that.

It’s not fair.  My son is perfect (well, as perfect as any five year old boy can be).  My husband and I are often praised for raising such a great kid, but I know that if the people around us knew he still breastfed, things would change.  I have felt part of my job as a parent is to protect him until he is ready to step out, take risks and move towards greater independence.  What could be described as loving and attentive parenting would be twisted into a mother who is selfishly preventing her son from growing up.  What they currently know as his and my close bond would suddenly become creepy, perverted and unnatural in their eyes.

My son has already felt the sting of this judgement, after a family member (who assumed weaning had already taken place) joked about mummy’s milk being for the baby.  He has asked that we hide his breastfeeds and don’t talk about them with people outside of our immediate family.  My beautiful, innocent five year old wants me to hide information from adults because he is afraid they will make fun of him.

Even in online spaces dedicated to supporting breastfeeding, I have occasionally been met with shock and disgust.  Five years is too much even for some vocal breastfeeding advocates. I also feel safe enough talking about this on my blog, because even though it’s now out there for all to see, I’m small-time, and basically my blog is generally only read by people who are on the same page as me (although if this post is picked up and made viral, I’ll consider that divine intervention and a sign that I should be more open from now on).

Part of the reason why my son is amazing is because of the way he has been raised, and breastfeeding has been a big factor in it.  I wish I could point that out to everyone, but it’s never going to be received the way I’d hope.  So I’ll just have to be content with telling you.

Happy boobaversary to me.


Polite Ignorance Is Bliss

This morning after the preschool drop-off, Miss 2 wanted milk more than usual, and it couldn’t wait til we got back home or to the car.  So we sat down on a random person’s brick fence next to the footpath leading to the school.  Some parents left the school gate and were having a loud, cheerful and animated chat, but they stopped talking as they approached me, walked past in silence with averted eyes and resumed their conversation when they were away from us.  If it were me walking past, I would have given my fellow breastfeeding mama a smile, wave, hi-five or a “Thank You For Breastfeeding” card.

I don’t know why these particular people stopped talking.  Hopefully they were mindful of Miss 2 and I having a quiet moment and didn’t want to disturb or distract us with their loud chatter.  Maybe they were worried I would think they were talking about me, so they just stopped talking all together.  Or maybe they were so gobsmacked at the sight of a breastfeeding toddler that they temporarily lost all ability to speak.

I could stew over these particular people’s thoughts were.  I could become consumed with the idea that breastfeeding should be normal, and feel outraged that they changed their behaviour (even if it was for my perceived benefit) just because I was breastfeeding.  I could be angry that they didn’t smile and nod at me, like they probably would have done if I was just sitting down and not breastfeeding.  But they politely ignored me and continued going about their business.

98% of people treat me with polite ignorance, and that’s OK with me.  I love celebrating breastfeeding and think it’s amazing, but I don’t expect everyone else to ride the breastfeeding train with me.  Not everyone get excited about breastfeeding, but around 1% of people I encounter do.  These are my yet-to-be-met tribe of people who also champion breastfeeding in their own way.  They will go out of their way to actively encourage me, and the sight of my toddler and I would have made their day.  The last 1% of people are overtly rude, which is very unfortunate for them, because imagine going through life being such an asshole that you can’t even mind your own business when a woman is feeding her child?

If the people who I saw today actually disapprove of breastfeeding, they kept it to themselves.  They didn’t demand that I change my behaviour to fit in with their private expectations, they just moved along.  I can live with people feeling uncomfortable with public breastfeeding, as long as there is some understanding that it’s their problem to deal with, and it’s not my responsibility to pander to them.  Someone can disapprove of breastfeeding but still fall into that 98% of people who politely ignore it.

Stories in the media and across social media make it feel like it’s actually more than 1% of people who harass and intimidate breastfeeders, but that’s just because polite ignorance isn’t usually newsworthy.   It might seem very un-lactivist-like of me to be be celebrating polite ignorance, but if it allows us to breastfeed in peace, then that polite ignorance is bliss.

Croup Sucks

We had a really crappy night. My daughter is recovering from croup, so I’ve had a few bad nights in a row. Now my son has it, and he gets it substantially worse than his sister. I spent over an hour sitting on the lounge last night with Mr Almost-5 sitting on my lap trying to keep him calm.

Keeping calm is a big deal when he gets croup. He wakes and feels like he has something on his throat, so he tries to cough it up. Except when he coughs or sobs, his throat makes a honking noise. When he realises he’s making this weird noise, and that his voice sounds different, it frightens him. The sound of the honking is so distracting it can make him hyperventilate, and then he thinks he can’t breathe.  And then he panics that he’s never going to breathe or sound normal again.  The more frightened he gets, the more his throat feels funny, the more he coughs, and then the more he sobs and the more he honks. It’s easy for the cycle to feel overwhelming.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective) his previous bouts of croup, combined with the fact that he’s generally a little on the anxious side, mean that I have a tried and trusted way to placate him.  We count.  I tell him he will feel better if he can think about something else and slow down a little, and ask him if he’d like to count with me.  Aside from the fact that it helps regulate his breathing, listening to my quiet voice is soothing to him.  And he actually enjoys counting too.

After some stops and starts, I hit 227 before I noticed he wasn’t counting anymore, and had dozed off back to sleep.  I planned to wait on the lounge just a little big longer to make sure he really was asleep, but then Miss 2 stumbled out to the lounge room, wondering why I wasn’t in bed next to her.  After struggling back to bed with the both of them, I moved the wrong way and put my neck out.  This is something that can happen to me whenever I get sleep deprived and breastfeed in bed more often than usual.  It’s a physical manifestation of my stress and usually comes at a time when I feel least able to deal with it.

So then I was in bed with one kid wanting to breastfeed, one kid wanting to breathe, both of them wanting to lie on my arms and a sore neck.  Neither fully awake, just awake enough to protest if I tried to get myself into a comfortable position.  And that’s how we spent the next few hours.  Once the sun was up, Mr Almost-5 was insisting it was time for his morning.  His insisting and my pleading that he wait until I’m done sleeping woke up Miss 2, so there went that idea.  After satisfying them both, I lie in bed for a while, under the doona, hoping they’d forget I was even there, so they would harass Daddy for breakfast for a change.  Not a chance.

As I sit here nursing my sore neck with a hot coffee, I’m not exactly loving life.  The only thought that gives me any comfort at all is that at least I’m breastfeeding them.  However sick they are or have been, I am confident that without the immunological properties of my breastmilk, they would be worse.  And on a day where I’m exhausted and sore, with no reprieve in sight just yet, I need to hold tight to that thought.

“Lucky” To Breastfeed

Recently I’ve been thinking about what it means when people say they are lucky to be able to breastfeed.  I hear it often, and even say it myself in some situations.

But it’s not true, and I’m going to make an effort to stop saying it.

If I had to make a list of the hurdles I overcame to be able to breastfeed, it would be long.  Some honourable mentions go to cracked, bleeding and infected nipples, mastitis requiring hospitalisation, IV antibiotics, G cup boobs and a very high needs, un-sleeping baby.  That’s just the REALLY bad stuff, I still had to deal with all of the “common” stuff, like physically recovering from pregnancy and birth, extreme exhaustion, erratic emotions and constant cluster feeds.

There were a lot of factors that got me through those issues – a brilliant IBCLC, an amazing husband, patient friends and family, a supportive workplace, the Kellymom website and Pinky McKay’s Sleeping Like A Baby book.

Support is makes a big difference, but only one person in my family was breastfeeding my child.  I wish it was “luck” that got me through it, because that would have been a hell of a lot easier for me!  Instead I swallowed tears of pain.  Sometimes I didn’t swallow them enough, and I sobbed openly.  I grit my teeth.  I counted to ten.  I held my boobs in my hands while my husband drove, because the engorgement and nipple pain made a simple drive down the street excruciatingly painful.  I slept in uncomfortable positions because my son wanted to sleep in my armpit.  I got neck and back pain because I was too tired to focus on my posture.  I changed my clothes ten times a day because they were soaked with the stench of sour breastmilk.  I missed out on social engagements because I had to breastfeed.  I spent hours googling breastfeeding problems because I wasn’t always confident in the advice I received.

By saying I am “lucky”, I’m buying into the idea that the ability to breastfeed is a rare one, and one that you have no control over.  That a cosmic flip of the coin is what makes the difference between breastfeeding or not.  That breastfeeding isn’t “normal” – that only “lucky” people get to do it.  If I say that I am “lucky” to breastfeed, I’m doing a disservice to my effort.  I went to great lengths to ensure I could breastfeed, and I deserve to be proud of my success.

I chose to breastfeed.  Even though it was hard, it was important to me, but I made it happen.  I did.  Not “luck”.

Breastfeeding My 2 Year Old – Happy Birthday Penny

Tomorrow my baby girl will turn 2.  Have you ever wondered what it’s like to breastfeed a 2 year old?  Let me tell you a little bit about mine.

She talks. A lot. Most 2 year olds are starting to grasp words and maybe even some sentences. Not only can she name every single character on Peppa Pig but she regularly spins a web of fantasy to her dad when he asks what we did that day. Dad – “What did you do today?”  Miss 2 – “We went to the park (yes).  There were swings (correct) and a slide (yep) and a see-saw (I don’t think so).  We saw a chicken (no we didn’t) and it said BWARK BWARK BWARK (uh…)”.

She verbally tells me when she wants to be breastfed.  I raised her brother to ask for “milk” and that’s all he ever asked for – milk. His sister’s brain works differently. She looks beyond what I have taught her, and at the words other people use. And sometimes she invents her own variations. She sometimes asks for milk. Then she’ll ask for milkies. Sometimes it’s milky-milky-yum-yums. If I don’t respond to her request quickly enough, she’ll start issuing demands – “I want a boob!”. Boobies, boo-boos, milky-boobs and milky-fountain. She has also, literally, said to me “Can I please have a breastfeed mummy?”

When she’s done, she’s been known to tell me to “put the milk away” and “close up that milk now”.

She doesn’t usually “self soothe”. She does, occasionally, crash out in the pram, car, lounge or in daddy’s lap by accident, but that’s obviously not the same as chucking her into bed on her own, walking out and expecting her to sleep. I have very low expectations when it comes to sleep, and I have been rewarded with very relaxed bedtimes. She still sleeps with me fulltime, although sometimes she’ll sleep for up to an hour on her own through the day, and probably 3 hours during the night (so I don’t have to go to bed at the same time as her).

I think she sleeps through the night, but I’m not entirely sure. As we sleep together, her night-time feeds are a minimal disturbance to my rest and I am not always fully aware that she’s suckling. I have learned to focus on the quality of sleep, and whether we are happy, rather than how many hours in a row we’re getting.

She doesn’t have a routine for sleep.  Sometimes she stays up very late, long after her big brother has gone to bed.  She revels in the undivided attention she gets from her daddy and I.

She eats food. She doesn’t drink any other kinds of milk, although she does drink water and sometimes juice. I have never followed any set rules about whether to give milk or food first. As far as I can tell, there’s no need – we eat food at breakfast, lunch and dinner, with snacks in between. And she has milk when that’s what she wants. She doesn’t eat as much as some other kids, but she is growing beautifully so I’m not worried about that.  She’s always fed herself, we never did pureed food and sometimes she uses cutlery.  Sometimes she gets her own fruit from the fruit bowl.

She’s never had expressed milk or formula and she doesn’t have a dummy.  I have never had any problems going out without her – I leave her with people who she and I trust, and she gets along just fine.  I haven’t left her overnight before, but that’s just my style of parenting.  I certainly haven’t avoided leaving her overnight because she’s breastfed.

I don’t know how many times she breastfeeds per day, because I don’t count. But if I had to guesstimate, I’d say it’s somewhere between five and five hundred, depending on the day, what we’re doing, where we are and how she’s feeling. If we have a quiet day at home after a busy week, she’ll feed all day.  I wouldn’t say she’s fed on demand, or that she’s self weaning, because there are times when I actively discourage her from breastfeeding.  I am mindful that sometimes she really wants to breastfeed, and sometimes she actually needs to breastfeed, and I am comfortable enough in my own parenting skills to differentiate and sometimes say no.

I have talked openly before about my apprehension for life after breastfeeding, but when I look my little girl, it makes me immensely proud to think that breastfeeding helped shape the small person she has become.

Sia’s Story – Breastfeeding A Baby In ICU

This post is an excerpt from Sia’s Place, and is being reposted here with permission.  Sia is a passionate Thermomix Consultant, a professional blogger and a mum of two.  You can read Sia’s original post here.

I’ve been feeding my toddler for a total of 20 months now. So you could say that I have some experience with breastfeeding.

However when I gave birth to Nia breastfeeding was the most challenging and most stressful experience I have ever had.

Nia was a premi baby. Straight after my emergency caesarean she was taken down to ICU because she could not breathe on her own. I didn’t get to cuddle her or breastfeed her for days. With my first baby, they placed him directly on my chest for skin on skin contact time he found his was down to my boobs and had his first feed/suck seconds after birth. These moments are so important for mother and child bonding and to establish good breastfeeding with your baby. It is a magical experience.

NICU Equipment For Newborns

For Nia, breathing was more important than any type of bonding experience. Instead of the warmth from my chest and skin on skin contact, my little girl was warmed in a special heating bed. She had an IV needle in her arm feeding her glucose and I wasn’t allowed to touch her.

That was hard.

Once she could breathe, the next stage of her recovery was to establish feeding. She needed my milk – it was extremely important for her survival and recovery. I had to express colostrum into small syringes and it was fed to her through a feeding tube.

There was extreme amounts of pressure to produce Nia’s milk.

At first I though I’d be fine. I’ve been feeding my toddler for ages… I considered myself a pretty good breastfeeder so surely it would easy to express a few small syringes.

I was wrong.

This was the hardest thing Ive ever had to do.

My body reset itself.

Apparently after the placenta is detached, your body starts to produce the milk required for the newborn.

So my body automatically changed from making fast flowing milk for my toddler to making small amounts of colostrum for my baby. It’s so amazing!

Breastfeeding A Baby In ICU

The difference was, this time I needed to build my supply while sitting in an empty hospital room connected to a big yellow machine that made me feel like a cow, whilst my baby was down in ICU waiting for it so that she could live.

Talk about pressure. Wow.

It took me hours to hand express one little drop of colostrum. Nia’s first feed was just 0.3ml and it was given to her through a feeding tube.

I was so proud of those 0.3mls. I worked really hard to get that. I guess that’s why they call it liquid gold!

Then I continued to express 8 times a day to build my supply and to keep up with the doctors schedule. It was either my milk or a formula top up.

Nia needed her milk every 3 hours and I was determined to give her what she needed.

The doctor increased the quantities each day and so I had to keep increasing my supply too.

It was not easy.

But we did it. In fact, Nia impressed everyone with her amazing fast recovery. We were told that she would need to stay in special care for at least two weeks to establish her feeding etc.

However, together Nia & I kicked all the goals that the doctors set for us and we were home on day 6.

The milk was a huge part of her recovery.

I believe that the reason I was able to get through it all was because I had the confidence to do it. My baby needed this milk and nothing was going to stop me from trying to make it for her. I needed to stay positive and it took a lot of patience and persistence but in the end we got there.

It was friken hard. It still is.

But we are doing it. One day at a time, one feed at a time, one boob at a time.

My Breastfeeding Mantra

This is my new breastfeeding mantra:

“One day at a time, one feed at a time, one boob at a time…”

Inspired by the movie Creed – one step at a time, one punch at a time, one round at a time.

Feel free to make it your bf mantra too!

This information is general, and does not replace the advice of a medical professional.  If you have concerns about the health of your breastfed child I would encourage you to seek the support of an IBCLC.  You can also call the National Breastfeeding Helpline on 1800 MUM 2 MUM

What Will Happen When I Stop Breastfeeding?

The other day my husband told me cheerfully that I won’t know myself when I stop breastfeeding. My first thought was to laugh and tell him that won’t be for a long time. But tonight as I lay down with Mr Almost-5 so he could breastfeed to sleep, he wasn’t interested.  After a quick suckle, he had a big drink from his water bottle, said goodnight and rolled away from me to go to sleep.

As I type this, Miss Almost-2 breastfed to sleep around 2 hours ago and I haven’t heard a peep from her since then. It seems like not long ago when I couldn’t even get my boob out of her mouth without her waking up.

What if the end is closer than I thought?

My kids are growing up

Before I had kids, I thought breastfeeding was just a way that we fed our babies, but it’s practically become a way of life for me!  I live and breathe breastfeeding every day. I’m active across breastfeeding support groups, I run a breastfeeding account on Instagram, I blog about breastfeeding, I’m studying a Certificate IV in Breastfeeding Education (Community) and I’m active in my local Australian Breastfeeding Association group. My inbox is literally full of messages about breastfeeding – admins and moderators about Breastfeeders in Australia, nominations for the Pumping It Forward Project and members of Breastfeeders in Australia asking for anonymous question posts or to be pointed in the right direction to find information.

I have friendships with people that I would never have known, had I not fallen into this rabbit hole of breastfeeding.

Will I still care? Will I still feel as passionate about breastfeeding when I’m no longer a breastfeeder? Will I still want to finish my training and continue volunteering with the Australian Breastfeeding Association? Will I find a new interest that will elbow breastfeeding advocacy out of the way?

What will happen to my body? Will I gain a hundred kilos without breastfeeding burning all of my calories? Will my boobs shrink or sag? Will the dark circles under my eyes disappear with all of the extra sleep I get?

Will my daughter want to sleep in her own bed soon? Will my husband want to move back into our bedroom? Will we actually have sex in our bed again, instead of everywhere else we’ve been doing it for the past almost-5 years?

I can’t imagine it. I can’t imagine my daughter not asking for “milks” a hundred times a day. I can’t imagine my son not waking me up in the morning for his milk before breakfast. I can’t imaging wearing high-necked tops or bras with underwires.

I’m not even sure I want to. It’s so hard to imagine letting go of something that’s been such a huge part of my motherhood journey.  Generally I enjoy watching my kids grow, change and learn. I have celebrated all of their milestones with happiness. My son loves preschool and I couldn’t be more proud – my kids loving school is hugely important to me. Neither of us shed any tears on his first day.  But weaning is the first pending milestone I have dreaded.

He loves preschool and is sad when he can’t go

If another mum told me she felt this way, I would tell her she’d done a wonderful job in giving her kids the very best start possible, and that she deserves to feel proud.  I would tell her that although breastfeeding is very important, it’s but one of many aspects of parenting, and I would assure her that her children will continue to need her for a very long time.

Hopefully when the time comes I will have someone to tel me that, because right now I’m a little fearful that I won’t remember it myself.