But, the other part of me is dang proud that I was able to do it and stuck with it. I had plenty of times when I could have quit. When she came home at a mere 5 pounds and would need to be rubbed on the back while she fed or completely stripped of her clothes to try to keep her awake--even that didn't work sometimes. Or how I would spend 20 minutes trying to breastfeed in the early days only to have to supplement and pump which usually left me very little time in between feedings.
My point is that it was challenging to get to this point during our breastfeeding journey and now that it is ending, I am so grateful that I was able to do it and that I continued to push myself, but I am still sad this chapter is closing. On the flip side, I will not feel guilty feeding her formula. I will not feel guilty that I am not breastfeeding her for a longer time period.
I will enjoy the moments we did share together and know that as long as my baby is fed, she will be okay.