Sam had been nursing less and less. And then without me even realizing, he just gradually stopped. There are still days here and there when he's feeling a bit under the weather or gets a major boo-boo and wants to nurse. But they're getting fewer and farther between.
This is a good thing, I know. Babies grow up and turn into little boys that know the names of dozens of bugs, wear big boy underwear and say things like, "No problem!" I'm certainly glad there's a new baby on the way though, so I don't miss those sweet, snugly moments too much. Now I have to settle for quick hugs and kisses and he flies past from one exciting thing to the next. And I treasure our early morning snuggles more than ever; he sneaks into our bed early in the morning and we snuggle and chat when we wake up.
I'm glad that he was able to let go of nursing on his own. The only time I really made him cut back was when I was first pregnant (you get kind of sore!), so we laid down some rules about how often he could nurse. But since then it's been his own schedule. I knew the end was in sight when he would ask to nurse, but once we'd sit down in the chair he would change his mind and want a book instead. Nursing became much less about food and almost entirely about spending time with mom. Luckily, we can spend time together, reading books and snuggling for as long as he wants! I sometimes miss that downy-headed little nurser, but the little boy he's turning into is so delightful and exciting that I wouldn't change a thing!