FFF Friday: Letting Go (A Feeding Story That May Surprise You)

The following essay is by Jennifer Campbell, who blogs at Mama Lion Strong.  

I don’t want to give anything away about her story, so all I will say is this: we all have so much more in common than we think. These commonalities are like a spider’s web – so seemingly thin, but incredibly strong.  It we could drop the rest of this bullshit and hang onto these threads of sameness… well, it could change the experience of new moms. And to stick with the spider web analogy, maybe we could also catch some seriously annoying bugs in the process, rendering them powerless, instead of letting them fly around and inject people with their poison. 

Happy Friday, fearless ones,



Letting Go: A Feeding Story That May Surprise You

I knew Will was weaning himself. He’d been sleeping through the night for months and during the day he had gradually lost interest. He was eating three solid meals a day and snacks in between. He was more than happy to drink out of a sippy cup. His main concern during the day had become keeping up with his older brother.

I reached a point where the morning and night feeds were the only ones I was bothering with. The mornings were actually the worst time for me as far as being able to stop and enjoy it because mornings were (and still are) chaotic in our house. But that was the next feed Will dropped. As soon as he could hear his brother’s voice at the breakfast table, that’s where he wanted to be. 

I wanted to keep the nighttime feed. I LOVED the nighttime feed! It was the part of my day I looked forward to most. My little boy would come to me fresh from the bath, flannel jammies on, and we would cuddle up on a chair in his room. I would cradle him to my chest and he would drink, smiling up at me.  Sometimes he would play with my hair; sometimes he would touch my face and smile. There were jokes that passed between us, that only another mother feeding their child could relate to. I might make kissy sounds or pretend I was going to bite his fingers. He would stop sucking, jerk his hand away and giggle, begin drinking again, and start the game all over.

Eventually he would nod off to sleep but I would continue to feed him as long as he was still sucking. Partly because I worried about him waking up hungry and partly because I enjoyed watching him sleep. I would kiss his forehead and rub my cheek in his soft hair. I would count his eyelashes and breathe in his babyish smell. I would reminisce about holding him as a newborn and marvel at the little boy he was becoming.

Then came the last night. He was exhausted from our busy day. He drank for just a moment then pushed me away. He started feeling around for his pacifier and pointed to his bed. Something inside me shattered. I knew it was time.

He was ready. I was not, but I knew this was not my choice. What’s a sad Mom to do? You hold your child’s hand as he moves into the next phase of his life knowing he still needs you, utterly and completely needs you… Just not for this one thing.

I choked up as I thought of milestones ahead of us…

He’s not even two, I reminded myself. Slow down Mama.

The next night we read a book. Will sucked on his pacifier and nodded off to sleep in my arms.  And that was that.


He never took a bottle again.


I had a wonderful bottle-feeding experience with my second son. I’m currently having a wonderful breastfeeding experience with my third son.  As a mother who has experienced both I feel qualified in saying: they were both special. After reading this post, how could one disagree? They are a little different; they are a little the same. There have been aspects of each I loved, aspects of each I didn’t always love. But they were equally as wonderful.


If there is one thing I could tell my son about that time it would be this: my Darling Boy, I adored feeding you, every moment. There is nothing – NOTHING – I would change about that time we had together. It helped to form the bond that is still strong today.  I know you are on your way to becoming an incredible human being… Because from day one you always knew how much I loved you.




Want to share your story? Email me at formulafeeders@gmail.com


Suzanne Barston is a blogger and author of BOTTLED UP. Fearless Formula Feeder is a blog – and community – dedicated to infant feeding choice, and committed to providing non-judgmental support for all new parents. It exists to protect women from misleading or misrepresented “facts”; essentialist ideals about what mothers should think, feel, or do; government and health authorities who form policy statements based on ambivalent research; and the insidious beast known as Internetus Trolliamus, Mommy Blog Varietal.

Suzanne Barston – who has written posts on Fearless Formula Feeder.

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2 thoughts on “FFF Friday: Letting Go (A Feeding Story That May Surprise You)

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  2. I found this story to be so incredibly beautiful. It’s easy to find stories from mothers who have wonderful breastfeeding relationships with their children, and I’m so happy for those women, but it is possible to have bottle feeding relationship that is just as wonderful, with just as much bonding, and your post really highlights that. I also found this story particularly lovely because even if I had been able to make BFing work, I probably would have felt uncomfortable BFing her past the first few months, much less past a year (not that there is anything wrong with that at all, just my own personal hangup), but with bottle feeding, I will be able to “nurse” my daughter until she is ready to ween on her own.

    Thank you for sharing you story 🙂

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