Internet, I have cabbage in my bra.
Why you may ask? Because on September 8th, the day Danny turned sixteen months old, I decided to wean him.
It's been coming for a long time, and I've been stalling the inevitable because he wasn't ready. I wasn't ready. Tuesday at lunch time, I was trying to nurse him down for a nap. He began standing up while still attached in some strange downward facing dog nursing pose. I felt myself growing angry with him and wishing he would just stop touching me. The anger & resent surprised me, and I knew it was time.
It's been almost forty-eight hours since then. I'm in horrible pain, but my spirits are high. Also, cabbage really helps, strangely.
I will miss nursing Danny. The relationship we built is so special. He's my beautiful boy, my champion nurser, and I struggle to keep him from wrapping me too hard around his chubby little finger.
