Sleeping Beauty has been officially weaned for two weeks now.
No more nursing bras.
No more teeth rubbing tender spots.
No more cuddling at nap and bedtime.
No more sleeping in my arms.
No more baby.
She is officially a "big girl" now; and while I love her new status, I miss the moments together that nursing gave us.
I suppose I shouldn't be too sad about this. I'll be doing it again six months from now.
One year on, six months off, one year on again.
Oh, dear. What have I gotten myself into?
On the upside, she's also officially sleeping through the night consistently. But let's not tell her. It'll be our little secret, okay?