No More Boobs

My breastfeeding days are over. I am a little sad that it didn't work out for me and little Isabella, but mentally I am feeling alot better. Pumping and trying to keep up is exhausting - and adding that to the anxiety and exhaustion of being a new mom and you have a recipe for disaster. I am prone to fits of depression, and grappling with breastfeeding wasn't helping. I still have my moments of weepiness, but I am hoping that with stopping breastfeeding, my hormones will become balanced a bit sooner and I'll bounce back to my old happy self.

Don't get me wrong. I am not unhappy. Just overwhelmed at wanting to do the right thing for my baby. Adding a contraption that made me feel like a dairy cow wasn't helping. Now I can use that time to cuddle and coo at my little girl.

I can't believe she is already over 3 weeks old. Next week is her one month check up (and the doctor warned me that there is a shot happening). Before I know it, I will be dropping her off at day care in January. That will really suck.

Until then I will make the most of my time with her. She really is just the best thing I've ever done.

G