I approached nursing with the same detachment. 6 months? That was a simple plan. Longer? Sure. If the pain ever subsided (I had responded in the beginning when everything was just... so painful.)
George hit a year, and I was pregnant... and tired. And, not surprisingly, his nursing became more painful as my body starting preparing to bring another life into our family.
So, I made the decision in my head to wean. And then, my heart kicked in! Weeellll... I'll wean slowly. Over a few weeks... Dropping one daily session per week. I had no idea at the beginning, when things were so painful, that I'd become attached to this part of my relationship with my child.
And then it happened. I haven't nursed in over a couple of weeks... And there's no turning back. And don't get me wrong, I'm happy for the break I'll get before baby #2 comes along in August...
But, I felt kind of like, "Hey! Where's the confetti? Where's the last session photo? How do I commemorate this?!" Seems silly, but I guess a year of nursing a baby will do that to you.
And I didn't even see it coming.
What a sweet thing.