2 days ago, I didn’t know it would be the last time. Yesterday, my Baby weaned herself from me.
Almost 18 months, she is no longer an infant; she’s asserting herself in so many ways. I’m emotional today. Something feels off. I feel uneasy. The morning was strange. Our morning ritual for the past year and a half has been to cuddle together for her morning feed. I tried again to nurse her, but she looked at me with a big smile and shook her head emphatically. She’s done, and I have no choice but to follow her lead. She’s a petite, fiercely independent person and knows her own mind.
Here’s a pic of my darling from Eid:
It is difficult to bid farewell to that special time together. Count your blessings though. At least she did not decide to wean her self on a trans atlantic flight! That’s what happened to me! Oouch!
I’m sad about the weaning, but also realise that the process has come to a natural end. I’ve tried subsequently to nurse her several times, and it’s a definite no. Now, with the rushed mornings of school and activities for the older kids in the evenings, it makes sense to taper off, as difficult as that is for me to accept.
LOL, I love the phone! She is adorable Amreen, but don’t despair about the nursing. Both my kids took ‘breaks’ from nursing around 17-18 months and then came back to it with a vengeance. On the other hand, if you’re ready to be done, then take advantage of it! It’s certainly easier than weaning them when they don’t want to be weaned…