It was a sad day in motherhood today. Esther has decided, with no warning to me, that she is done breastfeeding! She woke up this morning, crying as usual so I brought her in my bedroom to eat while I snoozed a bit more, only to hear her wail louder. Perplexed, I sat up and made sure she wasn't eating my camisole by mistake. She just looked at my like "what am I supposed to do with this?" It's like she totally forgot all those tender moments and all the snugly snugly times. She just wanted cows milk. I tried many other times today and she just bit me and laughed.
I didn't think that I would be hit so hard with this, but it's taking a while for it all to sink in. My friends say "you'll have others" and " what are you gonna breastfeed her 'til she's a teenager" and I laugh and say I know I know.... it's just the sad end of an era and it's my first taste of letting go.