After nearly 11 months of being breastfed Sonny decided he didn’t want me any more. Most of the time I’ve absolutely loved breastfeeding and I had decided to keep going for the year, but in the end Sonny made the decision for both of us. He really just lost interest in it and started to take less and less. I had been giving him a formula feed in the evening for a few months and he always guzzled it down, physically shaking with excitement when he saw it.

Even though I felt that the decision had been made for me, I also felt very guilty that I wasn’t giving my baby the best drink. In the supermarket I wanted to explain to anyone who saw me purchasing the formula that I had been breastfeeding for nearly 11 months and I wasn’t a bad mother even though I felt like it! I now give Sonny a bottle of cow’s milk in the morning and a follow on formula just before bed.

I feel very emotional that I will (probably) never breastfeed again, I actually feel a bit tearful just writing that down. Sonny is (probably!) our last baby and I am very proud that I fed him for so long. I will never forget the closeness of our feeding time.

On the bright side it does mean that I no longer need to wear horrible nursing bras!!! Yippee!!! I went into town and spent an absolute fortune on sexy underwear that doesn’t unclip at the top. My husband is equally delighted that he will never have to see a nursing bra again so we raised a toast and marked the occasion by burning the bras on our garden chiminea.

Sonny is also crawling at last. I was due to meet my friends for a run and he started just as I was on my way out of the door. I couldn’t believe it – for 11 months I have been with him 24/7 and he starts to crawl when I’m about to go out – typical! It’s going to be a nightmare now that all three of them are on the move!

A momentous occasion – the burning of the bra!