Weaning Chronicles: Day 23

Well, today's the day. This evening I plan to wean Wyatt from all of his middle of the night feedings. I’m experiencing a mixture of feelings right now from the sadness of knowing how much I will miss this type of bonding with my munchkin to being nervous that he "needs" me for that feeling of being nurtured and I that in weaning him I may be neglecting that need and the relief of having the freedom of my own body back. Lewis brought home a bottle of wine to celebrate--jeez, it's been almost 2 years since I've had a glass. I was nervous to even try it because once I did, that would be it, I definitely couldn't feed Wyatt tonight--but that was the plan, right? I’ve conceded, knowing this is something that I need to do, both for myself and for Wyatt now that he's turned a year. I have to admit, the wine is good. I've missed having a nice glass of wine with dinner but something tells me I'm going to miss breastfeeding even more.