Mourning the End of the Breastfeeding Relationship

Photography: Georgia Russell

By Sam Milam

I metaphorically stand up here today, shaking in my boots, to share my journey of breastfeeding my son until he was done. The Internet can be both a wonderful and terrible place for breastfeeding moms. We can find bands of women who offer us unconditional acceptance and support; who offer us knowledge and wisdom. Unfortunately, the Internet also offers a swath of venomous, anonymous trolls who are swift in their judgment of our stories.

But if we don’t share our stories, our experience will never be normalized. The ignorance that leads some people to believe that full-term breastfeeding is outrageous or damaging will persist. If we hide behind closed doors, always afraid of judgment, never speaking up, nothing will ever change. So here is my story.

I breastfed my son until he was 5.5 years old.

I have tandem nursed him, along with my daughter, for 2 of those years. She continues.

Before he was born I had hoped that I could even breastfeed successfully; I honestly hadn’t known a single person that had. Fortunately for me, we got the hang of it right away. I didn’t know what attachment parenting was. I didn’t know what was natural and good, I just knew what was acceptable to mainstream society.

When we reached a year, I heard stories of people stopping cold turkey. I would look into the eyes of my tiny little baby one year old while he nursed happily, while he needed me, and knew that forcing him to stop breastfeeding right now would be extremely traumatic for both of us. Nursing was his nourishment and comfort and sleep-inducing magical potion. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it.

I told my husband we would do it at 18 months; that was still an acceptable time to stop. 18 months rolled around and I had discovered an attachment parenting group. I had researched and learned the benefits of breastfeeding, of healthy attachment, of child-led weaning, of respecting a child as a whole person. We decided then that we would nurse until he was done. Breastfeeding is recommend by the World Health Organization for 2 years and beyond; I know beyond may bring about some side glances and whispering behind hands (or blatant disgust out in the open), but it is the truth. It is natural. It is normal.

I believe that people don’t hear about women breastfeeding this long because women purposefully keep that information hidden for fear of judgment, for fear of rejection, for fear of shaming and humiliation. We, as mothers, are doing the very best we can, and to hear people say we are traumatizing our children, or abusing them, or doing it for our own satisfaction, is very disheartening, not necessarily for ourselves, but for humanity. Breastfeeding is natural. Breastfeeding full-term is natural. Anyone who thinks otherwise should really just go open a book (or shut their mouths).

We continued nursing all the way past 2, 3, 4. As we approached 5, nursing aversion kicked up a bit. My at-the-time 1.5 year old was nursing constantly. I was drained (quite literally), so I set some gentle limits for Mr 5. We would only nurse in the morning and at night. Slowly that turned into just at night since he would wake up before I did. Then over the next couple of months it became sporadic at night. Then it stopped. We didn’t nurse for weeks. I was ok with it. Life was demanding and it was one less demand on me. I found other ways to connect with him and cuddle him. At 5.5, on the night before my daughter’s second birthday, (he hadn’t nursed in a month), he was having a really hard time. We had a lot of projects to complete, bags to pack for a camping trip, etc, and he was overwhelmed in the chaos. I was alone with him, rocking him, just as I did at 1,2,3,4, and he asked if he could nurse. I hesitated for a moment, we had gone so long, but I could see the little baby in his eyes. This little five year old was much closer to an infant than a teenager and he sought his original comfort of the last 5 years. I said yes. I nursed him for a few seconds and could tell that he was having trouble getting any milk. He tried for a minute, and wasn’t very successful. He looked up at me and said “I can’t get the milk out. Thank you for your nursies. I love you mama.” It hit me right then that this was the last moment he would ever breastfeed again in his entire life.

Our nursing relationship had come to a close.
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8 Comments

  1. says: Geraldine

    I am so deeply touched by your story. My heart is full right now. My baby girl is almost a year and breastfeeding has been and still is the most remarkable gift besides my baby herself. I look forward to the years ahead 🙂

  2. says: Helen White

    I am sitting with my eyes streaming. My little boy is 4.5 and I know I will miss our nursing so much when it finally stops. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I feel very alone at times for breastfeeding for so long.

  3. says: Lis

    Sad here blubbing while my son plays. He’s recently turned to and I keep hoping he will wean naturally soon because I’m back at work and I’m training for a race, but I don’t think he will. I know I’ll miss it so much so I’m not doing anything to encourage it yet!

  4. says: Jessica

    I’m currently weaning my almost 3 year old. I have been nursing for ten straight years, four boys. I’m having such a hard time letting go, but I know it’s time for my body and for my boy. I am grieving the end of their breastfeeding years. This is so beautifully written and I can relate in so many ways.

  5. says: Cindy

    Thank you for your beautiful story. I am still breastfeeding my 3.5 year old son but he is slowly weaning himself, he hasn’t been asking for much, as much recently and it is making me very sad. I am grieving.

  6. says: Rose Sleanbec

    Thank you so much for this beautiful story. I am currently nursing a three year old and I have been feeling a lot of social pressure to wean her. We just have mommy milk at nap time and bed time now and I do feel like we will be tapering down soon but I have been feeling so much emotion over it and had no idea that weaning would be this hard. She is my first and only child and I am pretty sure I won’t be having any more so this will be the end of nursing for me forever… it feels so final… like thinking about your last meal or the last time you kiss your partner…. it is so strange to contemplate. I cried big tears at your description of your last time nursing your son… it was beautiful and heartbreaking and perfect. Thank you for your voice and your powerful story.

  7. says: Jennifer

    Wow thank you for sharing! My son is almost 5 and we are down to sleep time and random times and times of great upset now. I have felt totally alone but I feel like this is the best thing I could have done for him especially how crazy this world has been last couple years. I really appreciate you sharing. I don’t know anyone else around me in this town up here in Canada but in a way I don’t care – I stuck to what I felt was best and we are doing great. Really good to know there are other women who followed their instincts!

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