No More Nursing

Now that Noah is a year old, we've come to the end of breastfeeding. It's both a good and bad thing. I planned on stopping as soon as he turned one, but we kept on for a few more days because... well because we just did. But he didn't nurse all weekend, so I think it's finally really over. I'm really glad that we made it through the first year, which was my goal. Noah really struggled in the beginning with latching on, but then he became a real pro. I look back at those early days and how my life was totally consumed with breastfeeding, and it's amazing sometimes that we stuck with it. In a strange way, I'll really miss the close connection that I think it brought us, but it's time to move on.