Well, we've done it: Maia is officially weaned.
It's such a bittersweet milestone, really. She's 2.5 now and was only down to nursing briefly twice a day since I'd been cutting her back for awhile to prepare us both for this. I even started to notice that I was feeling a little awkward about still nursing her at this age. But, still....
So here I sit, roughly two or three weeks since we stopped, with tears in my eyes feeling sad that it's over. Something that I truly enjoyed is done forever and I'm feeling sad that we're done and guilty for the slight tinge of relief.
I'm such a goof.
4 comments:
This post caught my attention. Been there- done that 4 times over and cried each time. It's normal to grieve the loss of something so special. In fact, it's been 3 years since my last child stopped nursing and I'm STILL sad. The only thing that makes me feel better is that I'm better able to communicate with my kids the older they get. There are good things to enjoy with every stage, but how well I remember the day they didn't want to nurse anymore...
Thank you for stopping by and adding such warm thoughts. I really try not to "mourn" the stages we leave behind as each new one does seem so rewarding. (Ok, maybe not the tantrum stage, though.) I think I'm just letting my hormones get the better of me. :} Thanks again for taking the time to share some sunshine.
BTDT too!! (Twice) I cried both times!
HUGS!
Maia's baby book entry; Dear Mom, Thanks for the "mammaries".
;)
helen
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