My body has not been mine for 6 years.
First was my pregnancy with Jedi, which lasted most of 2003. He was born in November. At which point, I attempted breastfeeding for a few weeks. Rather quickly, he was moved to formula. I didn’t feel like my body was truly mine, though, because I still had baby fat and jiggles that I didn’t recognize.
I may have had a few months where I felt like myself again before I found out I was pregnant with Buzz. After his birth in April 2006, I breastfed him for 20 very long months. I am here to tell you that when you breastfeed, your body is the farthest from yours that it can be unless you ripped off each of your extremities and handed them over to a passing bystander. We finally weaned, only because the moo ceased to milk.
Lo and behold, the main reason I dried up is because I was newly pregnant with Abby. She has been breastfeeding for almost 13 months now, going strong. Quite literally, she is attached. If I would let her, she would be more than content to stay latched on to me ALL. DAY. LONG.
That’s 6 years.
I am so ready to get my body back.