After 16 months of nursing my little Crue, we have reached the end of the road. Honestly, I've gone through a few emotions - - is he ready? Am I ready? Are we passed ready? For us, it was a tough call. I hear Moms say all the time how their child just quit asking or caring to nurse, while mine would scream bloody murder and beg to nurse. It was sort of his everything there for a while. He nursed from hunger, nursed for comfort, nursed for sleep and often just nursed to feel my presence. It was sort of our "go to" for all things Crue. But... You know the saying, "all good things must eventually end". So here we are. I half heartily celebrate my getting to sleep through the night these days, while a tiny part of me misses my tiny human needing what only I could give. I know many moms are not fortunate enough to have an easy experience with their ability to nurse, and I do not take for granted that Crüe and I were in sync from day 1. It just worked for us. I was available to him 24/7 for his entire first year and a half of life and I gladly and easily gave up anything that got in the way of that. Here we are 16 months later, freshly weaned and moving into toddler hood. Mommy will miss those late night sessions kiddo- - but she will love that good old REM sleep she has been deprived of. So cheers to a beautiful blessing and good bye to that first little chapter we just closed. Oh- and good luck to Daddy who is now on night duty. Over and out (snore).
Enjoy that sippy cup :)
