As I’m typing this, I’m hiding from Lauren in my helper’s room. Crying softly.

I’m weaning my 24 months old toddler off my breasts today. For the second time. The first time she weaned off breast was 5 months ago, before her baby sister, Georgia was born. It was an easy transition – from 4 times a day to twice right before sleeps, and finally to occasional comfort feeding. I still have my baby from time to time when we both need emotional bonding.

The problem came after her sister was born. She saw her sister getting the breasts and naturally she wanted her share too. So it escalated from I also want a peck after baby had her milk to twice a day put me to sleep feed to I can’t sleep without breasts to I’m ripping mommy’s top off  coz I want it NOW about every hour of the day.

The tipping point came last night when Georgia was crying hysterically in hunger while I was stuck with Lauren comfort feeding at my breast. I felt torn and devastated that I can’t go to my newborn and she had to be fed formula milk instead. I began to feel resentment.

So upon waking up this morning, I was determined to stop breastfeeding Lauren for good. Cold turkey. I may have even sounded cold when I told Nick about my plans and that I need his help in putting Lauren to bed tonight. He agreed.

That was it. My breast-feeding journey with my first born has just ended. No last feed as sweet goodbye. Just stopped. I turned away from Nick to let out a quiet sob. This is a lot harder than I thought. I’m already missing our closeness and our bond during breastfeeding. The little laugh, the intimacy, the trust and the loving look in her eyes when she looked up at me. No more. I’m not sure if I’m feeling sad or guilty.

I’m sorry baby. It has to be done. I hope you will forget my breasts soon.