Do you remember the last time you breastfed? No, I mean, like the last time as in forever last time. It’s kind of sad. So grab your ugly cry face, and read about when Bleeping Kerri stopped:

My dear amazing daughter,

We said goodbye to a certain aspect of our relationship this weekend; I’ve ended breastfeeding you. If it was up to you, you would still be nursing, and that makes me sad that I’ve done this. I think that you really find comfort in nursing and I’m sorry that you won’t find that comfort anymore.

I’ll miss that easy way of consoling you and helping you get back to sleep. I’ll miss that way of snuggling with you. I’ll miss the idea of nursing because you are the last baby that I will share in that connection.

As you have seemed to from the beginning, you knew what you wanted, and never let me sway you. You communicate with me when you are ready. And I can tell that you feel something is off.

It is the right thing to do, right now, for many reasons. I don’t hold guilt about stopping nursing because you’ve been breastfeeding for 16 months. You took to it right away, refusing formula or even breastmilk in a bottle. And luckily our life was arranged in a way that it was never forced.

But for this moment, this stage, I’ll miss my little nibbler. We’ll still cuddle and there will still be nights that you wake up and I’ll pull you into bed to snuggle you back asleep. I look forward to seeing the new things we’ll share and the new ways we’ll connect.

I love you, little angel.

Originally posted on Crumbs Off The Table