I breastfed all my kids. I started in October of 1996 when Alex was born, and I nursed during four other pregnancies. It was like the old side out, rotate volleyball move: Alex kept nursing during my pregnancy with Nathan, and I tandem nursed Alex and Nathan through a pregnancy that didn't make it (it was a blighted ovum, before you go and blame the miscarriage on nursing) and through my pregnancy with Sophia. I weaned Alex before Soph was born, and then was back to nursing two kids. I weaned Nathan during my pregnancy with Willow, and then tandem nursed the girls. After Sophia was weaned, I continued nursing Willow until the summer of 2006. I breastfed for nearly ten years without any breaks.
Why would she do that? you may be thinking.
Honestly, I didn't plan it that way: that was just how things unfolded. When I was in high school, a friend told me that her mom had nursed her until she was four years old. Ewwwww, I thought, how hippy is that? And, there I was, a little over ten years later, weaning my four-year-old son. (He is fine, by the way. Well adjusted, very social, happy and "normal.") I don't think that every mother should do things just like I did. I think if you nurse your baby you are making a wonderful choice, and I'd be happy to give you advice, support, a sympathetic ear -- but I don't think it's the only way to nourish an infant.
Now, if the me who was still a fairly new mom heard this older version of me saying that, she'd have been aghast. I was pretty sure for a long while that nursing was right and not nursing was, well, bad. My cousin's wife who bottlefed so she could "go out to the movies and stuff," brought out the judgemental worst in me. I wasn't able to see that perhaps her baby would have a happier and more secure childhood if her mom was doing what made her the most comfortable. Are babies who are breastfed by mothers who resent or are very uncomfortable with it really better off than those who are formula fed? Who can say?
When I was working away from home when Alex was an infant, I spent more mornings than not half dressed and sobbing because I wasn't able to pump enough milk before I went to work. Then I'd spend my lunch hour stressed out and pumping what I could, before racing over to the babysitter's to deliver more milk for the afternoon. I think everyone would've had less stress if I'd just given the baby some similac every now and then. And, I probably would have had more success pumping if I could relax a little knowing enfamil had my back.