I didn't know the last time would be the last time.
I stopped nursing my baby last night. We have been weaning for about a month, a little bit at a time. The baby decided that last night would be the last time.
How did he decide?
He bit me instead of eating. Twice.
And he was done.
Part of me feels like rejoicing. Pulling out the normal bras feels like a celebration.
But another part of me is mourning a little bit. My baby is almost one year old. And he isn't a baby anymore. And a little part of my heart is breaking.