We did it.
Jemima is weaned.
The switch from me nursing her down for nap and bedtime to Stephen (or me) doing it with a cup of milk while reading books went so smoothly I am still in shock. The mornings were tougher but we're through the hardest part.
I feel very confident that the timing was right (or right enough). It's not only the ease of transition for her, but also the fact that for the entire day after our last morning nursing session, I was practically giddy. I felt wonderful. Don't get me wrong, I was sad during those last moments, and I know I'll always be nostalgic for that part of our relationship. But I felt good afterwards. Like after you get a brand new hairstyle, you know? Ready for a new season of my life or something.
Anyway, she's a big girl. She loves her once a week daycare day, had her first playdate with a big ole' 2 year old girl last week, loves to play baby dolls, and kitchen, go on walks, and wear necklaces and bracelets, drinks from a big girl cup, uses a fork and spoon and can't get enough hand lotion.
And she's got a great little personality to boot.
