The thought of weaning makes me feel like weeping.
Well, lots of things make me weepy these days. Stupid hormones.
But I just nursed my daughter in the twilight... her long, less chubby body curled around my belly while her baby sister thumped from my womb. The chair rocked and both of us seemed to linger, in bliss.
It was beautiful.
It always is.
But today was the last time I will nurse her twice in one day. After our weekend away, we will go to only once a day. That will last a few weeks, and then we will really wean.
It makes me sad. Kherington certainly doesn't want to stop. She doesn't need it, but she enjoys it.
But I believe it is the right time for us. For both of us, and for this baby I'm nourishing in another manner.
16-17 months exceeded my expectations and I am proud of us. It wasn't always easy... sore nipples, a thrush infection from hell, being a slave to the pump, leaking at the worst possible times, and painful biting that led to bleeding.
But I wouldn't change a single second of it.
I cherished those private moments with the baby I so longed for. I celebrate my body for all that it can do. I thank God for the opportunity to nurse, and even to share my milk with another baby in need.
When I feel weepy, I try to remind myself that this will only leave me a 3-4 month hiatus from being an all-day-buffet, and then I begin all over again!
Bonding with another wee babe. Nourishing a child to health (and adorable chubbiness!) with only the gifts God has given me. I look forward to it.
But if I feel this emotional about weaning my firstborn... just imagine what a mess I'll be when I wean my lastborn. He or she might be 12 by the time I bring myself to do it!