Mumof3

My children are 10, 7, and 7 months old.
This time around, my labour was so quick that I gave birth to my son on our lounge room floor. (Saving that story for a separate post).
I breast-fed from the moment he was born. I really love breastfeeding, I love the skin to skin contact, I love the sense of fulfillment of being able to provide what my baby needs, and I'm not going to lie, it's nice to feel needed. And it's a weird feeling of accomplishment or contentment when they're full and they let the nipple fall from their mouth, then they cozy in on your breast for a pillow.
Now that I have expressed my emotional attachment to breast feeding, I am going to share how I feel since he has started eating. Zion is 7 months old now and has been eating for a while now, so our feeding times are down to 3 a day. I'm losing my little baby as he becomes more independent, because of course he has to catch up with his older sisters.
Last week sometime, for his bed time feed;
He emptied my left breast, we changed to the right. When it was drained he was slapping my chest getting frustrated. My heart sank. His appetite is changing and my milk isn't filling him. My husband and I decided to give him a bottle. And from then on, the routine has changed. Our eldest gives him a bottle and a burb and a cuddle until he's really sleepy. Then I will take him for a feed on one breast in the rocking chair, then dad takes him for a burp and a cuddle. Then I'll take him to my bed to lay down for the last feed and put him to sleep.
I'm feeling sad that he's growing so fast.... Hahahaha
Might be my last bubba so I'm trying to savour every moment

#Depression #Mumof3 #BadDay