At 2 years, 9 months, I am finally done breastfeeding.

We have bed shared since 5 weeks old and BF through the night. A few months ago, I switched to BF only at nap and bedtime. I wanted to wait until he was able to comprehend why we are stopping, and today that day came.

After nap, I told him he is a big boy now. That he goes in the potty, rides his bike, and wears big boy clothes. And so, we have to stop “boobie”. I said that we can have one last boobie, but then we must say goodbye.

He fed for the last time, said “bye bye boobies,” gave them a kiss (lol) and helped me put bandaids on them to ensure he understood they’re no longer available.

Throughout the day, we celebrated him being a big boy, and asked the question “what are we not doing anymore?” And he would say “no more boobie”. When we asked why, he would say “I’m big boy”.

Tonight at bedtime, we read an extra book, and he only cried for about a minute when he realized there’s no more BF. Then, he rolled over and cuddled up to sleep.

Part of me thought this would be way harder, but I’m mostly surprised by how it kinda hurts lol. 2 years and 9 months of my life, and suddenly it’s over. We did it.

Thanks for listening to my rant, no one else I know understands why I BF for that long.