Today marked the end of breastfeeding for me. It was supposed to be quite a liberating act since how to keep up the breastfeeding was always the first thing I had to consider whenever I planned my daily schedule. But when it does end, it doesn't feel as liberating as I thought it would be. I enjoy very much watching Chamu when I breastfeed him. He always looks so peaceful, satisfying and contented. It also made me feel as if he is still part of me and connected to me, as of the umbilical cord was never severed.
I remember when I first returned to work six months ago, it was very difficult to leave him in the morning to go to work (it still is) and it was even harder when he later preferred to be comforted by our helper than me. Then he started to recognize me even though I am the one who spends the least time with him every day. This is part of the reason why I kept up breastfeeding for nine months, hoping that we can bond with each other more (apart from all the health benefits). Now since I have got nothing to offer, will he still love me the same?
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Of course, he will! Lots of love still to offer!
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