We’re suddenly down to just a morning and night feeding over here. 

It kind of happened unexpectedly.  Derek was home on vacation for a week and looked at me early in the week and said “You know they’re ready for 3 feedings right?” Well, I didn’t know, but I trusted his judgment and the next day we gave it a try.  And to my surprise it worked well!  I didn’t replace that feeding, but we did do their dinner earlier and make sure they ate lots of food and drank extra water.

I had expected that dropping the middle of the day feed would take awhile so I added a little coconut milk in anticipation of dropping that feed.  However, last Tuesday there was some crazy drama involving skipping a morning nap, playing at a friends house, and two separate trips to the doctors’ office.  By the time I left the second doctor’s appointment it was 2pm and the babies were exhausted.  When I got home, there was no way I was waking them for a feeding.  I plopped them in their cribs and let them sleep until 4:15.  So I took them straight from their nap to the dinner table and then nursed at bedtime.  It worked.  So I tried it the next day… and have been doing it since.

They’re eating a ton more at each meal and sucking down two 4 oz sippies of an almond/coconut milk cocktail with breakfast and lunch. Occasionally I toss in a banana smoothie with dinner.  I’ll start trialing dairy again this weekend and hopefully we can do cow’s milk or homemade yogurt instead of the expensive alternative milks soon.  But other than that… routine is much the same.  I think the bedtime feed will be the next to be replaced, because they are crazy and all over the pillow, and standing up trying to nurse, and a whole mess of other activity that is either response to them being done with that feed or a response to drop in supply.  I don’t know which?   But I do love my morning nursing the most as well 😉

Emotionally, it’s not as bittersweet as I thought it would be.  Maybe it would be more sad if I just had one child and if these two were my last babies, but since there are two of them and I hope to have one more… I just suddenly feel free. I also feel less like a dairy cow. I mean… I could be out of the house all day and not have to pump (which I hate!) or come home to nurse.  That’s hugely freeing!  I can only imagine how freeing it will be to be able to go on a retreat for a weekend.  Wow. 

However, I did make it to my goal of 1 year 🙂  And I’m actually probably going to make it at least a month beyond.  I feel like I just ran a marathon.  And I’m so proud and so thankful for the support that I was given along the journey.