Hey guys,

Looks like I have successfully weaned DS2.

I wasn't enjoying it any more. He was down to the "book end" feeds, and to be honest they were'nt fun. He stopped feeding to sleep and that lovely end of the night wind down just wasn't happening. He'd get distracted by his siblings, the TV, the story, by DH and pull off, then try and come back.

Mornings were worse, he'd come into bed and from whenever he wandered in (sometime between midnight at 6am) he'd start yelling for milk. I would try and hold him off til 6am so there'd be tantrums, kicking, wriggling, crying, yelling... not fun.

Saturday night he had a sleepover at my ILs house and by Sunday night I thought maybe I'd see if I could get him to sleep without needing a feed first. Managed that, thought I'd give him a feed Monday morning so that I could get his last feed set in my head, as opposed to stopping and not really remembering my last ever breastfeed, itms.

But it was another annoying, frustrating feed.

So we've stopped. And now I am sad.

I know there are hormones happening (and not happening - I miss you, prolactin and oxytocin!) and I know it's ok to feel sad, I just didn't expect to feel SO sad.

6 years of being pregnant and breastfeeding. Finished.

This feeling too shall pass. I know. In the mean time, I'll be over here, feeling sad.