2 years, 7 days... and we are done
And part of me is proud. Part of me is relieved. Part of me is totally gutted.
The past week and a bit, she's only been feeding really quick, less than a minute each side, and only once or twice a day. We've been away, so I thought maybe it was just the excitement, but it's dwindled since we got back.
Instead of feeding her, she's wanted cuddles in the rocking chair. It's like she transitioned herself really.
Today was one feed, less than 30 seconds each side. She pulled off and just looked up at me, and I knew. We sat in the rocking chair, just hugging and rocking and looking at each other, and her eyes closed, and she fell asleep within minutes.
I'm so proud of us. I'm proud that this is her decision and that it wasn't traumatic for her. I'm relieved that it was her, and that it has happened. I'm also gutted and a little heartbroken that she no longer needs me to breastfeed her. But so so so proud that she is comfortable enough to make this such an easy transition.
I need some hugs though. This is tough for me. I knew it was coming. And still think she'll probably have a feed tomorrow and the next day, but it won't be a 'feed' really. Just a snuggle I'm sure, and we'll end up in the rocking chair.
*sigh* Hard to believe the emotions. It's like finishing a book and being really satisfied in the ending but disappointed that it had to end. Sort of like when I read Harry Potter :think: :lol:
2 years, 7 days... and we are done
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* Hard to believe the emotions. It's like finishing a book and being really satisfied in the ending but disappointed that it had to end. Sort of like when I read Harry Potter :think: :lol:
I know exactly what you mean here Leash. Well done on your fantastic job. I felt the exact same when DD weaned herself. :hug: :hug: :hug: