It's Official...Abby has graduated from Milkaholics Anonymous

That's right...we are at 8 full days with no "Num-Nums". Abby is well on her way to completing her 12 step weaning program.

Step 12...to get the kid to stop waking up every 2 hours. Any advice?

Let me rephrase that... Any advice that doesn't involve baby wising, crying it out and still allowing her to co-sleep? Anyone, Anyone?

This has been a long battle. I never expected to be nursing until 2. This was not my intention but, it is what it is, and now it's done. Nothing last forever.

Nursing until 1 is always what I strive for but this kid was like a little piranha. It seemed she latched on the minute she came out and would never let go.

Yes, Mommy became the pacifier. And I was OK with that....

Until about 9 days ago when she was having her usual all night nursing marathon, the "twins" were in agony being tugged on in every direction possible... I had had it.

I woke up Matt at 3:27 to be exact and did the pass off and that was that.

I was done and ready to do this...Really do this.

Nursing is a funny thing. It's such an amazing connection between you and your little one. It's comforting for them and for you. You are proud that you can do it and that they are getting all of the immune boosters that nursing offers (or so they say) and convenient. All that said, it's exhausting at times, thirst and hunger inducing for some, a big energy suck (literally) and in my experience as they get older it can get painful (teeth, tugging to look at everything while still attached to the milk jugs), it's a rewarding but funny thing.

Now I put Matt through countless tries at weaning. 4 rounds to be exact. He graciously would stay up all night with a screaming and sometimes puking toddler. One stretch was 7 or 8 days but I would kabash it by giving in every morning. We were running in place for sure. He was frustrated, Abby was for lack of a better term pissed and I was confused. So here was the deal...

I wasn't ready. Plain and simple. I thought I was those 4 tries but I really wasn't. I was internally questioning everything. Will this be the last baby, the last time nursing etc and so on. Also, I think deep down the guilt was placed firmly in my Mommy heart as I had to get a part time job when Abby was 8 months old. That was tough. I was 100% SAHM with Olivia until she was 4 and change but poor Abs being the 2ND and my time split many ways was not to get 100%. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. And yes, I know I'm a sensitive soul. This is not a news flash.

But alas, the time had come and here we are 8 days later. And the hormones are settling, the weepiness has subsided, the life boats have deflated and I am no longer in physical or emotional pain. I did my part for this little one to the best of my patience and ability.

The bar is closed.

Welcome to the land of sippy cups my friend.