Weaning

I nursed for the last time last Thursday. I decided after that nightly session that it was time. Gabriel wasn't getting much at all- when I was pumping in Savannah to keep my supply up I was getting less than an ounce total each evening. Now that he's getting so big it was turning into more of a wrestling session, with him trying to sit up, tickle me, and whisper to make me laugh (it IS hysterical...), my poor boobs get a little battered in the process. So on Friday I went in with a sippy of milk, and decided that if he really started trying to nurse, I'd give in and reevaluate in a week. Nope, he grabbed the sippy and smiled at me a few times, and that was that. He put it down and drifted off, so I rocked with him for about 5 minutes and sniffled and put him to bed.

Last night was a bit more of a struggle, since he wanted to get down after his sippy so I just hugged him and rocked and he kept leaning over to give me kisses and laugh, but after 3 or 4 minutes of that he conked out. I'll cut down the rocking evenutally. Baby steps, right? :-)

I'm pretty sad about it. I guess it doesn't make sense to someone if they haven't been through it, or at least not to my husband or friend that I talked to about it. They were both pretty much like "Hooray! You're finally free!" and I was all "*Sniff sniff. I guess.". It's just another step towards G becoming a big boy, but it's more than that. It's something that we shared for so long, every day of his life. It's a connection we had, and I'm just sad. It's neccessary and I know the emotion will fade, but right now, I'm just letting one more piece of that little baby go.