I’m feeling pretty good today after a stomach sickness made it’s rounds over the last few days. It was a relatively short sickness for each of us but helping both children through the night alone left me feeling worn thin. The timing couldn’t have been worse with Cam being out of town and then working during my own stomach upset.
This was the first time Lily had been sick since she stopped nursing and it was as trying for her as it was for me. I hated not being able to offer her a perfect source for much needed hydration and nutrition, antibodies and comfort like I have every other time she’s been sick. Since our breastfeeding relationship took it’s natural course, I hadn’t felt upset about it ending, neither was I overjoyed. It just was what it was.
Lily’s nursing eased off somewhere after her sixth birthday but she tried one more time a few months later only to realise she wasn’t getting milk anymore. Realising this, she just seemed to move on from it.
Many people would be shocked to hear she nursed to such an age and I might have been too had I known I’d nurse any child so long. The thing is, I never thought about her age when I was nursing her. I didn’t see her as a six year old. I saw her as Lily and I saw the need she had and comfort she enjoyed in nursing.
Nursing my children has been one of the greatest gifts I could give to them. I know I don’t need to talk about all the benefits of breastfeeding for both the child and mother because they are widely talked about but here are a few links in case they’re needed.