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I am weening the baby.

Again.

I know I said I was doing it a few months ago, but I folded because she looked so sad and so depressed and so cute looking up at me and pleading me with her adorable eyes.

So I caved.

Now, I can’t back down. Even though I want to. Even though I am already having second thoughts. Even though the sound of her following me around the house whispering, “boob”, is breaking my heart.

I have to stand my ground.

16 months is long enough.

She needs to be a big girl and Mommy needs to have her nights back. Her body back. 

It’s 48 hours into it and I am blue to my core. This is my last baby. I will never breast feed again. This chapter of my life is officially over.

And even though I am so sad it hurts, I am looking forward to the next part of my life.

And smaller bras.