It was wonderful, sometimes stressful, but I'm just overall grateful for the experience.
On Saturday morning, I sat in bed with Benjamin and fed Claire for the last time.
She is 15 months. Benjamin was 12 months, but definitely ready to be weaned by 11 months. It was like wrestling an alligator that last month with him. He was done within a couple days of his first birthday. Claire was not so keen on quitting. She was down to two feedings, which she seemed fairly content with.
In the next three months, we will leave the kids twice for overnight adventures together and I've already sent my pump packing along with all the breastfeeding supplies I own. I never saw her happily feeding to 15 months because Benjamin was completely disinterested.
I'm not excited about the enormous prospect of other womanly things returning very soon, but man. Twenty-seven months of freedom from that was pretty sweet.
But you know what's not sweet? How I'm feeling right now convincing my body that the shop is closed for good.