Well, Adam is finally off the sauce...the boobie milk sauce that is. He just kind of gave it up, hasn't asked for it in two days and I am okay with that. I truly expected there to be some sort of ceremonial last feed or something, but I can barely remember feeding him last. I really did not think we would go 15 months, especially at the beginning when it was so painful and so hard. I am proud of myself for sticking to it, even when I wanted to throw in the towel. I enjoyed that part of Adam's babyhood, but I am ready for it to be over. If he can eat salad with a fork, he can drink milk from a cup, am I right?
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Well, I spoke too soon. I have already fed him twice since last night. It's either sleep or fight and I choose sleep at this point. I really don't want to bfing him into preschool. This was not part of my plan. Any suggestions?
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