Nicholas has been weaned. It happened partly by accident, partly on purpose, and with only a little bit of fussing. He was nursing only once, first thing in the morning – a great time for me to slowly wake up because I’m not a morning person. Monday and Tuesday mornings were so hectic, though, that there just wasn’t time – and he was so distracted that he forgot to ask. Wednesday morning, when he asked, I was still feeling ill from the 24-hour bug I had, so I explained…. “it’s all gone – babies drink lechita and you’re not a baby anymore” to which he replied, “bye-bye lechita”. With only a little bit of fussing, he moved on. Just like that. He asked again this morning, had a 2-second cry when I reminded him that he had said good-bye, and then he let it go again. I don’t really know why I told him “no” on Wednesday – it wasn’t planned, it just happened. Just like that, it’s over.
2.5 years seems like a good length of time – I didn’t have pre-conceived ideas of how long it would last – I just figured it would end when it was the right time and I guess now is that time. I’m not sure how I feel right now – a little sad, a little relieved, all at the same time. I really miss the physical closeness of it, but I also appreciate not having to share my body. What a range of emotions!