I imagine most of these stories start the same way.
Woman has some reason to think she may be pregnant , woman pee’s on a stick , woman gets that second line(or cross or the magic words) and bang life is never the same.
For 9 month the child is carried inside you and i know for me its always a time of wonder . When will baby come ? How will labor be ? Will they be big or small ? Hairy or bald ? Feed ok ? Sleep ok ? Be healthy? .
And then baby is born and once again life changes in huge and unpredictable ways.
It was just yesterday he was this small , just yesterday i held my tiny first born son and fell in love again. It was not almost 3.5 years ago was it ?
The last year has been big in terms of milestones for my youngest, he moved from cot to bed (and then into my bed ) , toilet trained day and night, gave up the pram, stopped napping,started nursery .Everyday he was shreading baby/toddler hood and moving towards being a big boy.
It was ok though , he still loved his milkies and he would never really be big while he still took those.
Last week he weaned , Tuesday (28th Feb) he took what i am pretty sure was his last breastfeed and not asked for it since. If you ask him he will proudly tell you “milkies are for babies”
Its been coming for a while, over the last year he went from feeding constantly till just before and after sleep . Those feeds soon dropped and it was only before bed . We talked about him stopping but he was adamant he wanted to continue and i was not going to make him . Then he started wanting daddy to take him to bed some nights instead of milk . And then he just did not want them anymore…
Im ok with not feeding , for 7.5 years my body has been dedicated to pregnancy and feeding and im due a break . I have been ready to wean for a while.
Emotionally im a little bit broken, its another sign of him growing up and that to me is the hardest thing of all..































