Three months ago, I was talking about breastfeeding. Chiara just turned one and I thought I was ready to let her go, be independent. I thought I was ready to wean her.
But three months later, I’m still breastfeeding on demand.
I now have a health problem and I need a medical treatment. It will last one month and it is not compatible with breastfeeding. So I guess that means we are going to stop.
It’s hard to stop like this. It’s hard when you don’t take the decision but you are forced to do so. It’s hard to think I will probably never breastfeed again.
So I stare at those big, brown eyes and I try to engrave every second, every feeling in my memory.
I decided the treatment can wait a couple of weeks, we are going to take our time. Can’t help crying. just a few tears…