Here it is, 5 months later. And I realize that I haven’t posted all the information I meant to. I haven’t posted my story, or linked to other stories. It’s that old apology post.
I find it interesting that it was cathartic just for me to start this blog. It was weighing on my mind for a long time that I wanted to do this. Distracting me. Then, once I finally started it, the weight was relieved. It just shows me how important it is to share our stories. The frustration is real, and it can fester.
I also wanted to share that I am still nursing my daughter. Even though things started off so rough, even though I never dreamed we’d make it this far, we’ve kept going. At some point along the way, it got easy. Maybe it was because the pressure was lifted, once I no longer needed to provide nutrition through breastmilk. A lot of it was probably because my daughter matured, and got better at latching and nursing.
What’s nice is that at this point, my low supply doesn’t matter in the slightest. I have no idea how much breastmilk my daughter gets from me these days. But whatever amount it is, it’s bonus.
It’s funny to think about winding down, and working towards weaning. For so long I’ve been thinking about keeping up or boosting my supply, that it seems strange to push things in the opposite direction. I still have a tendency to choose supply-boosting foods, and to avoid herbs known to suppress milk production. I laugh at myself when I realize this.
