It’s been almost five months now since Piggie weaned. I haven’t allowed myself to think about it much since that time, which is why I haven’t written about it.
Piggie was three months away from being three years old when I weaned him. He didn’t naturally wean, I chose it for us. Which wasn’t my original intention. When I first started out breastfeeding, I envisioned him neatly and effortlessly weaning around the age of two. I knew I’d feel sad when that day came, I just didn’t know how much.