Dear Little Man
I've loved every minute of the six and a half months that we've been breastfeeding. There is nothing so special as looking down into your beautiful blue eyes while you're nourished from my body. Watching you stretch out your hand to take my thumb and hold it close to you. Sharing the dark hours where it's all the comfort you need to return to your dreamland. I instinctively know the little coughing noise that you make when you want to feed, so different from wanting to sleep or play. I fully expected, no, looked forward to feeding you for the whole of your first year as I did with your Sister.
But fate had another hand for me in her deck.
And so two o'clock this afternoon was your last breastfeed for two weeks.
The medicine that Mummy has to take to make her well again is not safe for you.
I know that the bottle and formula that Daddy and I tried to give you this evening was scary. I know it was different and not warm and soft like Mummy. But it is safe.
Please try to drink it when you wake up tonight.
I'm so so sorry that we can't have that precious, special time for a little while as Mummy takes the medicine that will hopefully make her well again. Know that I'm doing all I can to keep my milk supply up for you if you still want it when I'm better.
So be brave. And know that there is still an endless supply of cuddles right here.
I love you my darling baby boy.