Today was the first day in almost 29 months that my sweet boy didn’t nurse 🥺 This post is the epitome of bittersweet for me to make (definitely more bitter than sweet). It seems our breastfeeding journey has finally come to an end, and I’m not really ok 😭 Graydon has been weaning himself extremely gradually - going down to just once per day (in the morning when he’d wake up) within the last couple months. This past week he has gone from about 5 minutes to 30 seconds and then this morning, I asked him if he wanted milk and he said “no” 🥺 Breastfeeding has always been something I couldn’t wait to do. Even as a young child with my baby dolls, I would pretend to nurse them 😂 I knew it wasn’t going to be easy in the beginning after all the research I had done and the paid course I took during my pregnancy, and I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to for some reason. I am so grateful that I was successful and definitely don’t take it for granted. There were some challenges with his latch in the first few weeks and a period of about a week where it was absolutely excruciating but I REFUSED to give up so I just cried in pain every couple hours when he would latch, persevered through the agony, and it did get better. My goal was to make it to 3 years, but I am extremely proud we almost made it 2.5 🥰 I’m confident Graydon will continue to reap the benefits of our breastfeeding journey throughout his life. I know I will always deeply cherish every special moment we shared while nursing and the bond it created. I tried to capture some moments on my phone over the last couple months, since I knew any session could be our last, but it was pretty challenging with an active toddler 🤣 I never ever want to forget this season 🤍🤍🤍