the little boy is finally weaned!

it's been one week now since our 28-month old iñigo is weaned from breastfeeding... mixed emotions for mommy.  and

i am happy.  finally, mine (you know what it is) can take a rest. iñigo can also go now go to sleep on his own, without mine helping him to doze off. that gives me more time now to do my job or chores, and without being interrupted with "mommy, milk?".

but i am sad, too. it was really an emotional torture for me in our first two days when iñigo cried for milk but i didn't budge and jude just had to take him away from me. i also don't know if someone can relate with me on this: that somehow the emotional connection between me and my son was wounded. motherhood for me is magnified 10x whenever i nurse my child.

i never even thought we will come to this as i myself was not also ready. i never even let a single day passed without having him breastfed. yes, even if he didn't ask

i, too, was addicted. =)