I’m sitting here nursing Lenny after he’s had what seems to be a rough day at daycare (he threw up part of his lunch, but that’s all I know–somehow the details of this were fuzzy by the time they got to me), and it seems right now that we are very, definitely NOT weaning. But, on our better days, I am giving it a shot.
I’m proud to be breastfeeding for as long as we have, going on 21 months. Yet more days than not, I’m ready to be done with it, too. I’d much prefer that Lenny magically wean himself so that we can avoid the tears and tantrums that are sure to come with a weaning process led by me, but I simply don’t see myself nursing a two year old, so the process has begun nonetheless.