It's official. I'm weaning Charlie. One month ago today he was nursing 8 times a day and now he only nurses twice in a 24 hour period. The game changer was definitely giving him the pacifier. He never took one until last month. As soon as I gave it to him he stopped asking to nurse and I stopped offering. At this rate, I don't foresee any problems weaning him by the time I go on my trip to Baltimore in July.
The strange thing is that I feel very sad about weaning him. I don't know why. Nursing Charlie was hell. There were many days that I would look to April and promise that I would stop nursing the day he turned one. During the past year I can only count maybe 2 months when we weren't suffering from thrush, excessive biting, sore nipples, or psoriasis. Even to this day, I have a huge painful cut... sorry, this is probably too much information. You get the point. It has been bad, so why am I so sad? Am I just a glutton for pain?
Now I have to pack food and fill sippy cups, where I used to be able to feed my baby while sitting in the rocking chair with my eyes closed. Perhaps it is my laziness that is the cause of my grief?