Well, folks, it’s official. We are weaning my littlest little man. By we, I mean me, but my husband has been so supportive and encouraging in this particular decision I feel like he deserves a ton of credit for being so awesome and letting me “handle” the primary source of nutrition for both our kids for so long….sitting out on most of their feedings when they were little because neither one wanted a bottle, missing out on the bedtime rocking because he wasn’t the one with the boobs…He has been awesome about it, and I feel like we were true partners on this one.
It has been a natural progression for Zeb and I, nothing rushed or abrupt. After I got home from my Bahamas trip, I asked my husband to keep putting him to bed at night since he’d been going to sleep without nursing for several evenings. And after two mornings of nursing, I kinda just wanted to see if we could go without…and so we did. The “ladies” definitely got a little full, but not overly engorged. And it’s been a week and a half and all is going great! I’m a little sad because this may or may not be our last kiddo, but I’m thrilled that we could provide this for our boys and over the moon that we could do it for so long! It’s a sweet and gentle end to a tender bond. I’m one happy mama. Bonus – I get to go bra shopping in a few months for bras that don’t pop open in the front! Whooo!