Bryn is still a boobie baby. She'll be 16 months old next week, and I still nurse her twice a day. She eats first thing in the morning, and right before bed at night. Its not a hard-fast rule. If I'm not there at bed time, she'll happily go to sleep without me. And she naps during the day just fine. I know that she doesn't need me, but I think that I need her.
Some days I miss my babies so much. I feel like their cute little-babyness is slipping away so fast, and I'm missing out while I'm at work. It assuages my guilt a bit to feel like I'm still contributing to her growth and development. Besides, I love our cuddle time. She's such a busy toddler now, but I have those precious moments where she'll still lie still with me. I'm not ready to give up those moments.
We have our nursing routine down. First thing she needs is her "bees" (her blankie with bees on it). She snuggles up with the bees, and then nurses. She loves for me to kiss her fingers and toes while she's laying there smiling and sucking. Sometimes she'll take my finger and move it up to her face, signaling that she wants me to stroke her cheek. I think that is the sweetest thing she does.
I know that our nursing days are numbered. She's getting entirely too big, and she's started biting sometimes. And, daddy wants me to wean - and he's very vocal about it.
I'm not sure why it bugs him so much that I still nurse. Sometimes I feel its that he's embarrassed to have a wife that nurses a toddler. It is true that I've been either pregnant or nursing (or both) since August of 2003. That is 4 straight years where my body has been nourishing another. But, I love it. Part of me doesn't want Bryn to grow up and change - she's so perfectly sweet the way she is right now. As long as she's nursing, she's still my baby.