My daughter just weaned herself (for the most part.) When we got up last Friday she didn't come to me to nurse at all and I didn't offer. She didn't ask the entire day. I realized that Thursday was last day she was going to nurse. Writing that makes me a tinge sad, but not as sad as when I weaned my son. She asked a few times over the weekend but was easily distracted. Thursday was the last day and I don't even remember what that nursing session was like. I knew this day was coming so I have tried to savor it, but I didn't expect it so soon.
I had been working on getting her to one feeding each morning and didn't have any plans on eliminating that morning feeding yet. But she doesn't need it, it was just habit. She was more attached to breastfeeding for comfort than my son was, but she really just liked the cuddles. I have been showing her, just like I did with my son, that loves and cuddles don't require nursing.
My son weaned at just about 17 months, which is exactly what my daughter is now. I don't mind breastfeeding, but it is tiring. And I am touched out. I am pregnant with my third baby, just as I was pregnant with my second while my son was nursing, and I think that plays into my feelings about nursing.
Anyway, that phase of her life is over. It is a bit sad. But my body has been providing nourishment for someone other than myself for more than 4 years and I figure I have about 2 more years to go. I would be lying if I didn't admit I am looking forward to just keeping my own body alive.
And she is just fine. This morning she didn't ask to nurse at all. I was greeted with all smiles. We cuddled and hugged and hung out. All is good. Her baby phase is over.
And now I can wear my cute non-nursing compatible maternity dresses.
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