World Breastfeeding Week is coming up (first week in August) and it got me thinking…My name is Ashley and my son was a boob-oholic. It has been 7 months since his last drink.
Do you hear that? It is 1,000 fireworks going off in celebration of this event. I don’t know why it has hit me all of a sudden but just this week I have realized I’m no longer attached.
I can go anywhere. ANYWHERE I want. And be gone for as long as I want knowing that he won’t starve while I’m gone and claw at my shirt when I get back!
I can take MEDICINE again people. Real, actual drugs. Not just Tylenol. I can take Nyquil, Afrin and all the Sudafed I want! This is a game changer for me…no more sipping apple cider cocktails to relive sinus pressure. No more “all natural” remedies because I have to. Sweet relief and peaceful sleeping coming my way next time I’m sick.
No more milk stains and nursing bras. No more snaps and excessive buttons. I can wear whatever I want without having to worry about an access point. I’m going to wear a turtleneck with a belt on top just because I CAN.
And something I’ve been waiting to do since I was 4 months pregnant- comfortable stomach sleeping. FINALLY!!! I don’t have to feel like I have two rocks pressed against my chest or sleep hugging a pillow.
I promised myself if I made it to a year and exclusively nursed/pumped that I could go get a massage. Have I done it yet? No. I’ve been so busy and it keeps getting put on the back burner. I WILL do this before the end of the summer…you ladies need to hold me accountable on this! For now I’ll just do my happy dance that I am FREE AT LAST!!