End of an Era

Twelve and a half months on and I have finally stopped breastfeeding Harrison. I honestly felt like it was never going to come to an end but after a few mornings of frantic feeds and him biting my face I decided enough was enough. I can hardly believe I managed to feed him for so long. I actually don't feel that emotional about stopping. I suppose its because I fed him for much longer than planned so I am ready for it.

The only draw back is that, instead of bringing him into our bed in the morning between 5.30 and 6, to doze a bit longer, I now have to jump out of bed and bring him downstairs to be fed as quickly as possible. He is so grumpy in the morning and shouts at the top of his lungs until he is fed! He carries on this shouting lark quite often throughout the day until he gets what he wants. This is generally food (he basically lives on various toast or sandwich based lunches and mashed potato & veg dinners!) but can also be his determination to climb stairs whenever he sees them or grabbing your fingers and telling you which direction he wants to walk.

I am frazzled. This boy knows what he wants!