The aftermath of nursing:
My little boo weaned tonight. I'm sad, happy, sad, happy, sad. It's bittersweet I guess.
I've nursed her for 16&1/2 months. She never had a drop of formula, and was exclusively breastfed for her first 6 months until solids were introduced. I'm so proud that I made it this long. I'm so proud of her for being so strong tonight.
If you've read some of my other posts, you know that we have self-weaned from all other nursing's, very gradually, and really easily. This last one (at bed time) was the hardest (for me mostly), as I've been nursing her to sleep every night since she was a newborn. I just told her "mommy's milk is all gone" and she just turned and pointed to her sippy. She seemed a little bit sad, but she didn't cry at all. She didn't even fuss. I'm proud of her for being so strong. I'm going to miss those times, but I'm so thankful that I got to experience it for as long as I did.
I rocked Zoe to sleep tonight, while she very tightly cuddled her sippy cup like it was the softest teddy bear in the world. I didn't realize that last night would be my last night of nursing her. It just sort of happened this way, but I think it's for the best.
Wow, what a week, first she becomes a walker, now she quits nursing. My little girl is growing up. And as difficult and bittersweet as it is, it's also amazing and exciting to think about our future together.
Here's some pic's of our time shared:
The First Latch ever:
The last photo of us nursing. Taken in December '09:
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