Stinx stopped nursing almost 2 weeks ago when I wrote this post. I had no idea the end would be that close. I also had no idea how easy weaning would be. Most of the weaning experiences I have heard from friends sound really difficult or bittersweet (Especially the younger the baby). I really dreaded the idea of weaning. I expected lots of tears from him and myself. But not a tear was shed from either of us.
Once I was pregnant my body felt like it was telling me it was time. Not in the painful sense. I was almost counting on that. I was hoping the pain I have heard about while nursing during pregnancy would show up just so I would have more incentive to wean. It never really came. Instead my body felt like it was telling me it was time. As well, the fact that I lose weight during the first trimester gave me reason.
I didn't want to wean him instantly, I wanted it to be a gradual process. I didn't want it to be me weaning him, I wanted him to self-wean as well. I never got to point where I resented our breastfeeding relationship - I think it really was just the perfect time for both Stinx and I.
It took 3 months of using the "Don't offer, Don't refuse" approach, as well as shortened nursings with the abc song. It worked perfectly for us. Stinx never put up a fuss about the shortened nursings. He just slowly stopped asking. Maybe this is because of the pregnancy - lack of milk? change in taste? I'm not sure. I like to think it was just the right time for him.
For myself, I don't feel bittersweet. It just feels sweet. I enjoyed the deep connection we had during breastfeeding. From the moment I first nursed Stinx in the hospital it was something I loved. It was beautiful. Sometimes I think it's the one thing I have managed to do well at in motherhood. I've fallen short in so many other parts of parenting but breastfeeding, I did ok.
So it just feels good. We nursed for 28 lovely months and it ended as lovely as it began.