Well, I thought that I would be done with the breastfeeding by now. With V off to daycare while the nanny went on vacation, and V's loss of interest in nursing, I figured we'd be on formula by now. I had resigned myself to accept it and even started to look forward to the day when I could wear a real bra again and eat whatever I wanted again (oh, my kingdom for a Vietnamese coffee!).
As it turns out, being away from Mommy all day has rekindled V's desire to nurse. How's that for irony! My boobs have petered out during the day. They just have no love for the pump. But morning, night, and weekends, they seem to meet V's needs.
Of course, now V has a few more teeth, and I was really wanting that Vietnamese coffee, so now I'm wondering when I can wean. Isn't that the way it always goes?
