Let me first say that I love breastfeeding. And I love that I have been able to nurse my son for 17 months now. I never thought we would make it this far. I was happy to see six months, then a year. Then a few months after he turned one I found out I was expecting. It wasn’t a shock; we weren’t trying but we weren’t preventing either. I didn’t even have my first postpartum period until 5 days after my son’s first birthday. With extra long cycles I had only had two before I took that test. I feel very fortunate that we were able to get pregnant while I was breastfeeding at all! I do not take my fertility for granted one bit because I know others who struggle.
After the idea of being pregnant settled into my brain it hit me: my son is still nursing like a fiend. I knew weaning wasn’t an immediate option, though not out of the realm of possibility. I had already hit my earliest set goal of one year. I understood making it to two years is what is recommended and I fully expected to reach it. When I found out I was pregnant my son was nursing on demand 3-8 times a day and sometimes at night. He had reached a stage where he was mobile and would walk over to me and lift my shirt. If I were bra-less (usually this was normal early in the morning before I had a shower) he had free access to “milkies.”
Frankly, this wasn’t my style. I was happy to nurse (more…)