How I (Gently) Weaned My Breastfeeding Toddler
My debut for Parents Magazine.
Real talk: almost didn’t share it here because, uhh, who wants to talk about breastfeeding?! I mean, boobs?! Awkward. 😳
BUT. That’s exactly the point. We’ve gotta #normalizebreastfeeding. Before having kids, most of us have no idea that nursing is such a THING. And then, after you do, ohmigod, is it a THING!!
So let’s talk about it. And let’s help one another succeed. This piece was the advice I needed a year ago and couldn’t find. Hope it can help other gentle-minded nursing mamas. And a big shout-out to Britta Bushnell, PhD, whose wisdom shone light on the path. ✨🌀
“I weaned my son at 34 months.
Yep, that's right: two months shy of age three. Never intended to nurse that long. God, no. When my son was six months old, I officiated the wedding of two dear students. A mutual friend at the ceremony told me laughingly, radiantly, that her mother had nursed her until she was three.
I thought to myself, "HELL NO."
Yet, there we were."
You can read the rest here.
Go boobs. Go women’s bodies. You feed the world. ✊🏼