I haven't been enjoying BFing him for a long time and last weekend I realised I'd finally. had. enough. So this week we've been counting down the days to "Saturday: no more boozies!"
Sat morning was ok, he was at his dad's house so no dramas. Sunday morning he woke up miserable and cranky with a runny nose and I was *this* close to succumbing. But then I just said, "remember, it's after Saturday, so that means no more boozies" and he cried for about 2.5 seconds and then we just had a big cuddle
I'm so pleased I made it this far and we've (mostly) enjoyed a lovely BFing journey together.
*Of course I'm still feeding Lois, but that's a whole 'nother story