The past couple of days my little Monk has decided that he wants nothing to do with nursing. He spits out his binkie as excited as can be, latches on, and BITES me before pulling away. So, considering that he hasn't nursed in three days and I have never been able to pump (really weird I know, nothing comes out) I am no longer able to breastfeed. But, I am sure Monk doesn't mind. He weaned himself and last night it all hit me. My little boy doesn't want/need me anymore. He is old!!! He's only 11 months, I thought that we had another month together. I struggled with nursing the first two months. It was hard, it hurt, it frustrated me, it worried me that he wasn't getting enough; but, after that I grew to absolutely love it. It was our thing together. I loved holding him in my arms and knowing that I was the only one in the world that could provide him with that. I even secretely enjoyed getting up at 2:00 am in the dark quietness of his room cuddling with him while he nursed. Now, it is all over. I bawled like a baby last night about it. Chad sat there and let me cry in his lap (I could hear him fighting off his laughter). I am sad, but I am know that just being with him everyday and watching him learn and grow is just as amazing. He is the best part about everyday and he continues to melt my heart everyday. So, farewell nursing...until we meet again!!!!