Reasons to be cheerful
It’s now been about two weeks since I stopped breastfeeding my little boy and if I’m honest, I still miss it rather a lot. When bedtime comes and it’s his Daddy’s turn to read a story, I feel a little wrench as I kiss him goodnight and leave the room, and I find myself trying to imprint the memories of our last feeds on my brain so I don’t forget how special it was. However, there are a number of upsides to not feeding and when I’m not hankering after the days when I could keep Bubs all to myself at bedtime, I can appreciate the feeling of freedom they bring.
Underwear is one. The other day I gleefully put my scaffolding – er, sorry, nursing bras – in the attic and I’ve treated myself to a few lovely new bras complete with every woman’s most faithful friend; underwiring. The results are most pleasing and with one of those babies on I can almost convince myself that a year of breastfeeding hasn’t totally annihilated my once impressive cleavage.
Said cleavage has also been improved by the addition of some fake tan – and since I’m not breastfeeding I don’t have to avoid putting it all over, which used to give my boobs the appearance of a middle aged gent’s face after a whole summer of sunbathing with his sunglasses on, or worry about Bubs having an orange nose if for some reason he needed a night feed.
I can take any kind of drugs I want – prescription of course. Which means bye-bye to the hellish mini-Pill and hello to delicious hayfever remedies and a particular cough medicine which kills your cough, unblocks your nose and keeps you in the Land of Nod all night long, guaranteed. Which is great considering I’ve had a streaming cold for over a week now.
Last but certainly not least, I’ve also noticed that since stopping breastfeeding Bubs himself has come over all affectionate. It’s as if he needs a substitute for the closeness and he expresses this in the form of copious cuddles and even kisses, which are so cute because he purses up his wee lips and goes ‘mmmmmm’ to indicate he wants to plant a slobbery smacker on your chops. Bless him.







Oh you are so lucky on the bra front, I’m already dreaming off buying a pretty one again….