Sunday, I was too tired after a couple of hours driving home to deal with nursing, so I told Hunter that we'd just have books, and he seemed okay with that.

Monday, I tried it again, and he was fine. I decided WooHoo! I'm free! He's weaned!

Then on Tuesday, he wasn't feeling well and became dreadfully upset at the thought of no nursing at bedtime, so I figured it was better to capitulate than to further traumatize a sickly child.

Last night, he still wasn't feeling too well, but he was actually okay with just books and snuggles.

My nursing bras have been taped up in the same box as the breast pump and bottles. Someday, I hope to have need of them again (yes, it is possible to lactate for an adopted child; considering the work I had to go through to nurse Hunter, I don't expect it to be that much more difficult) but for now, they're history. It may be possible that Hunter may need additional bedtime comfort a couple of more times over the next few weeks, but as far as I'm concerned, that's it. We're moving on to another stage.

Yay!

Now, to go out and buy that professionally fitted, comfortable, and supportive bra without flaps that I've been promising myself....