I feel all jumbled. Nursing for us had never been hard. She was little miss happy nurser. And lately it had just been at story time at night, and very rarely in the morning. So once a day. How much trouble was that? NONE. I was in no hurry. She is my last baby. The last time I nursed a baby was 3 or 4 days ago? That's it? That's all there is? No big deal, she just stopped? I feel deflated, like. I mean this morning she had on her new sneakers that our friend gave her and the jeans she got for christmas and a sweat shirt and she looked like a pre-schooler. Where is my baby? I celebrate her grown up ness, and grieve the loss of my baby and this portion of our lives. I just feel kinda lost.
I know it is going to be a sad day when Littlebit weans.He was 3 on the 6th of March.HE still nurses 10 plus times a day.HE was waking 2-4 times at night.But the last few nights he has slept all night,I know this might be because he had surgery on Monday and still has medicine in his system.But it has been hard just by him not nursing at night.
I think everyday where is my baby.He is getting so big.And to quick for me.He is my last baby too.
I know how sad you must be,but then I think about it .You know we should be so proud that we have made it so long.That our nurslings are big enough to remember our nursing relationship.
Since my dd weaned over the age of 5, we had many moments like this. Even when we had her weaning party (I waited until 3 weeks with no nursing) she changed her mind and then went on to nurse very infrequently for a few months.