The end of an era...

The breastfeeding era, anyways. We're done nursing, and I'm done pumping. My supply took it's biggest hit yet after Tristan self-weaned, and pupming a grand total of 9-10 oz in a 24 hour period when he was eating 24-28 oz a day just wasn't worth the stress it was casuing me. It wasn't worth the person it was turning me into. I became so depressed and angry that my doctor threatened to put me on meds for PPD if I didn't quit pumping and have a significant mood change. Luckily, my mood has improved vastly. I'm very sad to have quit, but it's better for both Tristan and I that I quit. There's no sense turning myself into an angry, bitter, monster, just so I cam provide him breastmilk for 1/3 of his daily intake. Day by day, I'm more okay with the fact that we're done. I feel loads better, and I get the chance to enjoy feeding my son. It's a good feeling.