The End and The Beginning

I think we are well on our way to being weaned. Zach hasn't nursed the past 2 nights. He wakes and only wants to be held for a few moments and then wants back to his blankie and pillow. He doesn't ask to nurse at all. I'm a little sad. A little. But honestly? I'm pretty happy about it, too. Because this means a little freedom for me. This means that I might start to actually drop some of this excess weight. This means that I could actually spend a night away. This means that the kids can spend the night at Grandma's. This means... so many open doors. Am I sad? A little. Because my baby is growing up and doesn't need me in this specific way. But it's really a very small point. I know that he has done this on his own schedule. I don't feel like I nudged him so much as just required him to be more specific about what he wants. Instead of shoving a boob in his mouth anytime he woke up, we tried to find a way to comfort differently first. I've always known that he wouldn't nurse as long as Teagan. At first it was very hard for me to think about. But I really feel at peace about the whole thing. My boy... growing up!