It is with a mixture of relief and sadness that I announce this:
Brooke is fully weaned.
My almost 17 month love/hate nursing relationship with Brooke is now over. Part of me feels sad. Sad that Brooke is growing up and is gaining independence from me. Sad because I’m no longer the only person Brooke will accept for soothing in the night. Sad that Brooke is no longer getting my antibodies to fight colds and other illnesses. Sad because I can no longer eat anything I like and not gain a pound – I’ve gained 8 since I actively began weaning her.
