Weaning has been a struggle. It's me and I know it's me. I love it. I love the closeness. I love the snuggle time. I've gotten so close so many times before and then completely back track. I make excuses. I know I do.
Today we nursed only once, first thing in the morning. This afternoon was heartbreaking. He was sad. He wasn't bratty, he was sad. He took me to our nursing spots and at each one he asked "milk, peeeassse?" and I would answer, "mamma's milk is all gone" and offer him his cup. He'd take me to the next spot and ask again. He was so sweet. Then he cried. Not a fit, a sad cry. I held him, we snuggled and then he was off to play.
I know it's time. I don't know why I'm not ready. Maybe it's because I truly don't want another child and I know this is the end of the baby.
He's such a sweetheart. He learns so quickly that I know this will be over before I know it.
Whaaat a day!
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