When I hurt my elbow three weeks ago or so, I had to stop nursing Connor because of the medicine that I was taking. I kept pumping, though, so that we could resume nursing once I was better. Connor had no trouble at all with switching to the bottle, although he was a little bit upset for the first two days when Daddy was the one who answered his cries in the middle of the night.
About a week ago, I was ready to begin nursing Connor again, but he wasn't interested in it at all. When he was hungry, he wanted a bottle. I was a little bit heartbroken, and I kept pumping in hopes that he would come around.
Now I've come to terms with the fact that he has moved on, and is now weaned. I should be thankful that the weaning process was so easy on him, although it has been a little bit rough on me. At first, I felt very detached from him. I really did enjoy nursing Connor, and felt like it was part of a very special bond between us that I am going to miss. Right now, though, I can't wait for my body to go back to normal, because the engorgement that I am going through is very painful. But, since I'm not nursing or pumping, I can take whatever painkillers I want. (That's the silver lining for me right now.)
I always thought that bigger breasts would be better, but right now mine are so large and so hard that they aren't even attractive any more. They don't even look like breasts should. I look like I got very large, very bad implants. Hopefully they will go back to normal in another day or so.
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