Maybe it is because weaning Micah means he is officially a “big boy” and I’m not ready for that. Maybe it is because I fought so hard for this and Micah is doing so well that I am afraid to rock the boat by introducing formula. Maybe it is because I am afraid he will develop my allergy. Or maybe I’m just not ready to let go. I wish I knew, because I really, truly am sick of all the stuff that comes with breastfeeding – pumping, being tied down, worrying about supply, and frankly the responsibility.
I keep saying “next week” I am going to switch to exclusively bottle-feeding him breast milk during the day, and when my milk supply drops, I’ll start replacing with formula and I’ll cease pumping. My biggest challenge? I hate pumping, so I don’t feel like bottle feeding him and pumping when breast feeding is easier. I could start skipping a session and just give him formula, but I think I’m afraid if I skip a feeding time for a few days, my supply will completely dry up overnight. Part of me keeps waiting for a sign – the doctor to tell me he isn’t gaining weight fast enough, or for my supply to suddenly disappear or for Micah to refuse to nurse, but that hasn’t happened. So I keep going along and nursing him. Maybe when he is at 7 months, I’ll switch to bottle feeding him the frozen stash of breastmilk I have, and when that runs out, I’ll start giving him formula? We shall see.
Right now, things are going well. It seems that Micah has dropped from 6 nursing sessions to only 5 most days. Each time I think I’ve had enough, he makes it easier for me! We’ll see how much longer I hang in there.