Weaned

A few months ago I blogged how I thought Colden was weaning. Then, we went on vacation and he picked nursing right back up again. I was, actually, a bit relieved. I didn't really want him to wean.
During our two weeks in Slovenia and Croatia, he would wake at around 5:00am. He'd come into bed with Matt and I and nurse until about 8:00. Three hours straight. Yikes. I've never been good about sleeping with a baby latched on - so I didn't get very much sleep. I thought for sure that he'd continue to nurse through my pregnancy.

However, upon returning home and getting back into our routine, he suddenly stopped. I would offer to nurse him and he would laugh and spit on me.

So, that's that. I can't say I'm upset because he weaned on his own. I didn't push it at all. He didn't tolerate my milk drying up. Nursing, with no milk flow, wasn't something he was interested in.

No tandem nursing for us. And, here's the thing. With Olivia, I had a supply of milk longer than I did in this pregnancy. Every pregnancy is different, every baby/toddler is different. I can't be jealous of other moms who have been able to nurse their entire pregnancy.  Colden made a decision and I have to respect that and move on. My nursing days are far from over! Another eight-nine weeks, and I'll have a sweet smelling tiny guy at the breast and I'm pretty sure we'll be nursing into his toddler days...