Weanie

Weaning. 

At the same time as "sleep training"

At the same time as teething….molars no less. 

Am I crazy? Maybe. 

BUT, sometimes you have to do crazy things.

Tonight was Eli's last time nursing. 

I didn't cry. 

It was sad, and I stared at him the entire time, but I didn't cry.

Let's look on the happy side though- 

I get my boobs back. No more nursing bras, nursing pads, engorgement, thinking about how long I could be somewhere before I would need to leave because I was so full I might explode, no more accidental milk showers when I wait to long to feed him, no more leaving the room every few hours to sit in a dark room all by ourselves for half an hour, and I don't have to worry about everything I eat and drink and what time it will get to Eli. 

The other good news is that, if all goes according to plan, we'll be able to go on vacation and I won't even need to bring a pump. HOOOORAY!

The bad news…well, the bad news is that my boobs may be mine, but they certainly don't look like mine. Yikes. I mean, I knew it was coming, but man. I ACTUALLY did a double take getting out of the shower the other day. We'll see how this ends up. 

All that, and I am still sad to be done. It was amazing how in tune it kept us. 

I made what he needed. 

He needed what I made.

I felt a bit like a super hero. 

When nothing else worked- nursing would.

It's his favorite thing. 

Was.

It WAS his favorite thing.

Oh goodness, I better stop now before I DO cry.

I'll leave with a photo from tonight before bedtime. 

I think he forgives me.