After M got home we said good-bye to nursing. It went something like this: the first night, he didn't want to nurse. The next morning he tried to find my breast, and I was evasive and redirected him. That was not working, and putting castor oil or something felt weird to me. So I lifted him onto the counter and looked at him eye-to-eye and said, "You're such a big boy now, and there are a lot of things you can drink--juice, chocolate milk, agua, lemonade--and you don't need mi mi anymore." Then he said, "I don't want mi mi anymore." I could not believe it.
Later that night, he did want it but settled for hot chocolate. We are almost at a couple of weeks now. Old habits die hard, but this has been easier than expected.
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