Well, my DS recently self weaned, shortly after his 4th birthday, so I guess I can now update my post to say 50 months, and since DS is likely to be my one and only, that will be it for me. It is bittersweet. I'm proud of having nursed him for as long as he needed, in spite of the difficulty of pumping at work and, during one difficult summer, finding bathrooms at the research library I was using to sit and pump in. I'm in some ways pleased to have my body back (though in a slightly different shape than it used to be!), but I'm also a little sorry that this special time is over, that I am no longer the one person who can offer him the thing he most wants and that comforts him and helps him to sleep. And since it seems unlikely that I'll have another child, I'm a little sad that my time as a nursing mom is over. And part of me wonders if I had weaned earlier, would DS now have a younger sibling that I'd be nursing? But that was always a crap shoot. I might have weaned and still not gotten pregnant. I gambled on giving the little one I had all the nursing he wanted rather than weaning him and hoping to get pregnant again. (Given my age and other issues, that might not have happened anyway). So overall, I'm proud of having nursed my son for as long as he needed and wanted it, and I have happy memories of being a nursing mom, but I'm both proud and sad that he is growing up.
Wow, that was a longer post than I intended, but then my nursing relationship turned out to be longer than I intended, so I guess it makes sense. When I was pregnant with DS I knew I would nurse him, but never set a certain time. I thought that I would try to nurse him for as long as he needed it -- when I thought about it at all I figured that would be a year or two -- well, I accomplished my goal of nursing for as long as he needed it.