7I wish I was still doing this.A few months ago, Mason decided that the he'd join lots of other babies and do a nursing strike. I hear it's pretty common at around 8 to 9 months old. He'd see my boob coming and SCREAM. It'd be incredibly comical if I wasn't so bummed.
Due to my thyroid problem, I had a really low breast milk supply. SUPER low. I tried everything imaginable to get it up, and nothing worked until I started taking a medicine called Domperidone, that I had to order from a pharmacy in New Zealand. I was so excited about being able to give Mason more milk, but even then I still had to supplement about half of the time (luckily, half of that came from another nursing mom who had an overabundant supply!). When Mason decided he'd had enough, I wasn't able to pump enough to keep up, and my supply slowly dwindled.
I stopped pumping a few weeks ago, and it's become a weird morning ritual to see if I could squeeze any more milk out. Gilberto laughed about it looking like I was milking myself, but one time I accidentally squirted him and you'd have thought he was the Wicked Witch melting! No more laughing after that. For some reason it made me feel better to know I wasn't completely dried up.
This is the first morning I didn't have a milking yield. It's over.
I have a hunch that while Gilberto was behind the breastfeeding 100%, he might be a little happy about the turn of events. But he might be in for a surprise. I don't know what to make of my boobs now. They're suddenly so squishy.