Well. We're done. Foster breastfed for the last time on July 22. I didn't know at the time that it was the last time...I think that's probably a good thing. We had been working on slowly weaning him, going from 3 times a day, to 2 times a day, to once a day, to every 36 hours, to every other day, until finally it got to the point that he was just taking to the bottle and really didn't care if I fed him or not. It was a lot simpler than I thought it would be and my body slowed things down well so I never felt engorged or like he wasn't getting anything.
The plan was to stop before Faye's wedding in Savannah at the end of the month, so timing worked out well. I'm glad I didn't know the last time was the last time or I probably would have cried through the whole session. But after July 22nd he just wasn't interested anymore.
Huh. Guess they're mine again.
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