For the last couple of weeks, we've been down to one nursing per day. After his dinner and bath time, we'd have a few special moments nursing on the couch, winding down, cuddling and relaxing for the night. The last few days, I had noticed my supply was dwindling, but he was still interested in nursing, if only from a few ounces, mainly for comfort. The other night, we sat down as usual and I abruptly got bit! We tried again, and another bite. Humph. Ok then, I guess that's it.
And that was that.
After more than a year of providing Easton with nourishment, antibodies, comfort and bonding through breastfeeding, I think we're officially done. It's so bittersweet. For me, it means letting go of his "babyhood" and embracing this next stage. I know I'll miss it more than him, but I'm happy to say he weaned on his own time, very gradually, and I know I didn't push him to be done in any way. I also made it past my goal of one year, so for that, I'm very proud and I couldn't have asked for an easier weaning experience. Now he's a big boy I guess, but he's still my baby. Bring on the extra hugs, kisses and cuddle sessions :)
