It happened. Sooner than I thought, but easier too.
Last night I got Jesse's jammies on and Tim was tucking in the other boys. I was ready to head downstairs with Jesse to nurse him when he reached and grunted for his crib. He was ready for bed. No nursing. No fuss. I think we're done.
I had decided since he's my last little nursling that I'd follow his lead for when we stopped, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer since we were down to just nighttime, but I guess I wasn't quite ready. Not just yet.
Since I got pregnant with Eli in August of 2001 I have been either pregnant or nursing almost constantly. There was a two week break between weaning Eli and getting pregnant with Noah, between Noah and Simon there was overlap so no break, and then after Simon was weaned I had a three month break before I was pregnant with Jesse, but over the course of that span of time (7 years and 8 months) that's not much of a break.
Now I'll need to adjust so I don't consume as many calories-no milk to produce. I guess my body is now my own?
This last baby thing is bittersweet.