Thursday morning I was laying in bed and Henry was nursing. It was around 5:30 in the morning and I just watched him. Rubbing his back and giving him little kisses on his forehead. And it hit me. This would be the last time I would ever nurse him. It has been coming on for a little while now. Slowly cutting one feeding and then another. We had recently cut the bedtime feeding and given him a sippy cup and it went really well. I knew in my heart that he would take the cup in the night if he was hungry. He was ready.
So last night we went to bed and had the sippy cup in the fridge in case he needed it. He woke up early and we offered it, but he didn't take it. Once he realized he couldn't nurse he went right back to sleep. This morning at 5:15 he woke up and we offered the cup again. He drank it, and then after awhile drifted off back to sleep.
It's been 24 hours since I nursed him. And he seems perfectly fine. We really are done. Thirteen and a half months, and I have loved every second of it. A piece of my heart is sad it's over. But we were both ready.