Ivy and I are in the process of weaning. A decision I made and validated with my doctor to find balance in my hormones again. Coupled with a lack of deep sleep, postpartum anxiety and compulsive thinking were loudly dominating any quiet moments I could find. After six months of hoping I could just wish them away, I shared my fears out loud and watched them start to crumble.
Even though Ivy still nurses twice a day, looks up at me with a sweet busy grin, tugs my cheeks, lips, and shirt, I already miss it. It's an ache I never realized would be so painful.
The fog that I felt like I've been creeping through these last six months has lifted significantly since I've started dropping feedings. I can see blue skies again.
Nostalgia is sweet. Healthy, connected, anxiety free quiet moments are so much sweeter.
|Maternite Henri Matisse, 1939*|
|Young Mother Nursing Her Child Mary Cassatt, 1906*|
|Motherhood August Renoir, 1886*|
|Maternite Pablo Picasso, 1963*|