Twenty-one Months. That’s how old my youngest child is. And for 21 months now, I’ve nursed him every opportunity I’ve had. I constantly get questioned about when I’m going to stop, or why he is still being nursed, or my favorite: “What are you going to do when he becomes too reliant on you and doesn’t know how to do anything on his own? That’s what happens to breastfed babies, you know.” This sings the choir of uneducated moms who have never breastfed a baby a day in their lives.
And honestly? Oh, please.