Our flight is delayed and Lexi is crashed out. She asked for boobie before she went down.
I haven’t spoken about breastfeeding for a long time because it has almost ceased. Almost.
She is four years old. And yes she technically still breastfeeds. Mostly only at home before bed and in the mornings or when very upset or tired.
And no I honestly don’t think there is any milk left.
But today I breastfed her in the airport. A four year old who walks, talks, goes to the bathroom alone, and asks questions about the universe. And there is nothing strange about it to me. Or especially to her.
“I love boobie!” -she says. “It’s my favorite food in the world”
I’m pretty sure there is no milk left. But she loves it.
I remember reading accounts of children who breastfed into childhood and remember the experience, and the feeling I got from those descriptions are warmth and love. And I love that it’s what she takes from it.
I don’t care who thinks what. I’ve never cared. But it was interesting to breastfeed in public again now that she is 4. Since the last time months ago. It was completely normal and natural becuase TO HER it was normal. And it helped her go to sleep and relax.
I honestly love it. As rarely as it happens anymore, I feel like if more women have the balls to not care what public things and breastfeed ( not that anyone actually noticed because it’s so discreet naturally), then maybe more women who are more easily influenced by public opinion will not be steered to wean before the kids are ready.
Btw we are on our way to Chattanooga to have some family friendly fun and explore all that the town has to offer. If you are interesting in following our adventures, go to Instagram ( @prebaby log) and Facebook .