As I look down at my daughter, her eyes glistening with tears, I feel a familiar pang in my heart. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down her cheek. It’s bedtime, and she’s reaching out for what has been a source of comfort for her—nursing. My 17-month-old, with her little hands making the milk sign repeatedly, seems to be conjuring milk from the air, her plea evident. Once a source of humor, my thoughts of nursing have turned into a bittersweet sadness. Those small hands are so eager, those eyes so beseeching, and yet I have nothing left to offer.
“My dear friend Lydia mentioned in a recent message that while everyone talks about the challenges of breastfeeding, weaning is often overlooked,” I reflect. The initial agonizing pain of nursing felt insurmountable, and the fear of not providing enough was daunting. I had initially planned to breastfeed for six months, then extended it to a year, and eventually aimed for two years—the recommended duration by the World Health Organization—hoping she would naturally know when to stop. Despite feeling fortunate to have breastfed at all, I had never truly loved the process. Nursing pads, bras, and covers felt like an obligation.
Then, unexpectedly, I learned I was pregnant again. During those early weeks of uncertainty, I felt okay, but as morning sickness hit and night feedings drained my energy, I recognized that weaning was necessary for my well-being. Meanwhile, my friend Lydia was facing her own dilemma—her toddler was nearing two, and she learned that to pursue fertility treatment, weaning was essential. It was then that I realized that had I stopped nursing earlier, I would still feel this ache—this mix of sadness and reluctance. I needed the bond just as much as my daughter did.
Imagining the end of our nursing journey brought tears to my eyes. I cried over the inevitable changes ahead, the loss of those intimate moments where I could soothe her with warmth and love. I was her only mother, and she was my precious girl, transforming back into a newborn each time she nursed. I mourned the stages she had already outgrown and those that were slipping away—each new word and every step taken further away from babyhood felt like a small heartbreak.
As we navigate this transition, with only a brief nursing session each day, I remind myself that this is part of motherhood: nurturing them so they can grow, learn, and eventually step into their own lives. It’s a bittersweet journey, but ultimately, we prepare them for the world ahead.
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Summary
This piece reflects on the emotional challenges of weaning a toddler from breastfeeding. The author shares personal experiences of feeling sadness and reluctance as her daughter grows, emphasizing the bond formed through nursing. As she prepares for a new baby, she grapples with the changes that come with letting go, while also recognizing the importance of nurturing her child to grow into independence.