For whatever reason - coffee still lingering in my body some 13 hours after I stopped ingesting caffeine? a restless mind? - I've been having struggling to get any shut eye so far tonight. So, I'm attempting to rid myself of some of that energy by blogging.
Really? Alright, here we, I mean 'I', go.
Seems that Victoria at 25+ months (transl.: 2 years, 1 month, and some change) is still a very enthusiastic proponent of breastfeeding. The mere power of suggestion sends her into a frenzy, insisting on breastfeeding where nothing can distract her until she has her desire/demand fulfilled. Sometimes this mere power of suggestion can be seeing me laying down fully clothed, seeing me without a shirt on, someone saying 'breast milk'.
You may be thinking that perhaps this is an issue of comfort. She comes to the breast for comfort. That's certainly an element of truth in that. But, I also know that I'm definitely still producing milk. I feel her draining me, and I can clearly hear her drink and swallow.
Funny, I was on the way to weaning her; I was down to 1x/day. Now? About 3-5 times a day. Hmmm, some thing seems amiss; can't quite put my finger on it. . .
So, there's not any main reason (e.g. soliciting advice or sympathy) in writing this post. Can't sleep. Have a restless mind. I'll sign off now. Good night.