I weaned Andy last week. He wasn't getting much milk from me, so I moved him down to less feedings from me. He immediately started having much wetter diapers, so I feel it was the right decision. But he started not really wanting my milk. He would get distracted, sit up, want to get off my lap, etc. So I finally stopped entirely. I tried again last night to see if maybe he'd changed his mind, but he looked like he didn't even know what to do.
It's very bittersweet. Nursing him was the one thing that only I could do. It was Mommy and Andy time, and I cherished it. However, it's so nice to now know that I can leave at any point, and Peter could take care of him without a problem. This was always a huge stress after I was in the hospital when Andy was three weeks old and we didn't have enough milk for him. Now I don't have to worry about him starving. Not that he is, he's becoming a pretty good eater and drinks about a billion bottles a day. But my little man is becoming a bigger man. Soon he'll be walking, then going to kindergarten. Next thing you know, he's at college and no longer living with me. :(
I should've given you my "unfinished" VS gift card.