Coming to Terms: Amy on Weaning

Quinn stopped nursing almost a year ago and I still dream that I’m nursing him almost every night. I wake up sad and sweaty but I haven’t put it into words yet. I just get up and drink the coffee make the breakfasts and start the day. I usually don’t think about it until it happens again the next night. I guess we stopped nursing before I was ready and this is just my way of coming to terms. Having been through this once before with entirely different results / emotions attached I’m still surprised at how much I loved every second of the process.

This piece originally appeared as a comment on Mama, Interrupted.