It's always sad to say goodbye to something you've grown attached to. Even when you understand intellectually that it represents not just a parting, but growth. It means you've made a stride toward something new -- a new phase, a new journey, a new life.
After a very slow process of decreasing -- and finally eliminating -- breastfeedings, Lola and Locke are completely weaned. It was much harder on me than it was on them. I already miss those times of closeness and warmth. It was a union I'm very happy to have experienced with my babies. And I'm very proud to have been able to breastfeed twins for so long. It was not an easy thing to do -- especially those first few months. I remember how easy it became when I was able to feed them both simultaneously. But then, after they'd grown out of that phase, it was a challenge keeping one occupied while feeding the other. But all the work and the challenges were all so worth the joy and the benefits it brought all of us.
So after finally letting go of that phase of our growth, I'm having to say goodbye once again. I thought it would take a while for my boobs to go back to their modest pre-delivery size -- months, hopefully even years. But Mother Nature's quick on her feet and she doesn't give any free rides. Once I weaned the twins, it wasn't two weeks before they were almost back to normal. Not that I ever wanted big boobs before, or in any way feel they added to me as a person. But it sure was fun having them around. Goodbye, dear friends. It wasn't long but it sure was suh-weet!