I hated not Breastfeeding. I sulked on the couch. James didn't mind at all. He happily took the bottle, then went to bed without a peep. I dread to think what my boobies will feel like by the morning.
Mum thinks that I should wean him now. I nearly cry thinking of weaning. Even if I am feeding only twice a day, I love the bonding time that we have. He strokes my cheek, and stares at me with beautiful big blue eyes......