I just put my daughter in her bed after she fell asleep on my lap in the rocking chair. It’s much later than her usual time of approximately 8:30 but usually she is nursed to sleep.
This is the 3rd night of her not nursing so I guess we are all done! The first night, Saturday, I was with Lori at the play Oliver. Last night, when she asked for “all done” (she called it this for the past year) I said with a smile and a laugh, “no, you don’t want that silly.” She didn’t beg and eventually fell asleep.
I am a little sad about it because it wasn’t work for me, it was very relaxing for the both of us, and it also means that I don’t have a baby in the house anymore and never will again.
So many people have asked me when I was going to wean her but honestly I am not sure why it was a concern to anyone. It took no time away from anything, it came easy for the both of us, it forced me to sit down a couple times a day which was great, it relaxed us and it wasn’t WORK.
She turned two in April. Eventually it would have to come to an end and holding onto it because I loved it, or because I wasn’t willing to give up my “BABY” wasn’t the answer either.
I am proud to have done it for as long as I did. We had a few problems in the very beginning but after that things were very smooth.
As I look down at her beautiful face and find sadness in the fact that our “all done” is all done. I am so proud that she fell asleep so easily without it. No crying, no begging, just acceptance. I guess we all have to accept that things change.
In the Blink of an Eye 
Oh, I’m so sad for you reading that! But you deserve a lot of praise for doing it as long as you did and then making weaning an easy transition for her. My oldest stopped nursing when I brought the new one home from the hospital. We had talked about it and planned it that way for months. She had only been nursing for about 30 seconds at night right before bed anyway, but it was something neither of us wanted to give up yet. It was less bittersweet for me because I had my new daughter to nurse. When it’s time for her to wean…oh boy…