It's the end of breastfeeding for my baby and me today. I know that he mostly just comfort nurses anyway and there are more days when he wouldn't even really nurse anymore, save for that time before getting out of bed in the morning.
He's really a grown boy now. And much as I love breastfeeding him, and believe my breast milk has protected him in more ways than one, I also know that we're really both ready to let go and move on.
I don't feel the sadness that much yet. For sure, it will hit me really after a day or two... or after a week without.
I just console myself that now, I need not worry about medicines am taking anymore, and that I can actually try slimming pills again, if I want to.
Maybe I'm ready because I know I gave my all to it before... that i've really done my part. Now, he just really has to eat a heavier breakfast.