She’s done. Those are her own words. 18 months of nursing…and she’s done.
I’m not un-happy, exactly. I’m a little, um, disoriented, or something. There’s a bit of pain in the one side where she preferred to nurse…and my skin is breaking out. I feel weird. Kind of hormonal. And, there’s still milk. I notice it in the shower. It’s been a full 5 days where she refused to nurse, and I am still producing milk.
Did I mention I have terrible skin? Acne. Blah.
No, I’m not unhappy exactly. But I feel guilty for not mourning it the way I did with the first one…