It’s been only eighteen days, and yet it feels like those 2 years and 3 weeks never happened.

Time, slipped away.

Tears are shed that only a mother can understand, no pain or discomfort except that of my heart.

Who am I now…….. and what will I be to her if not her source of sustenance?

To give of myself so freely, knowing that one day it would be over. Her babyhood over.

Weaned, asking of me no more.

The days and weeks fly by so quickly I find myself forgetting to breathe, as if I held it in longer I could slow down time. Time to take in each wayward hair, sweet little smile, and wondrous laugh. Yet I need more time  to memorize her, to remember how she feels cuddled deep into my arms. To see that smile as she drank to her heart’s content.

After what may have been our last nursing session. *sob*

The Last Time ©Donielle

May you become amazingly independent my sweet little one, with our heart strings always attached.


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Donielle is a natural momma of two, lover of real foods, and owner and editor of Grand Rapids Natural Living and Naturally Knocked Up. You can usually find her in the kitchen whipping up some nourishing foods, cuddled on the couch reading books to the littles, avoiding the laundry and Mt. Saint Dishes, or tapping away on the laptop. Her husband puts up with her sometimes crazy "hippie" ways, but loves her regardless. Welcome to my home away from home.


  1. This made me tear up! My oldest weaned herself at 16 months, when I was 3-4 months pregnant with my second. It broke my heart! I was so thankful she self-weaned though, as it was only hard on my pregnancy-hormone-laden self. 😉 So thankful to have had another little babe in my arms just a few months later!

  2. Oh, I can’t tell you how much I can relate! My baby weaned 3 weeks ago at 18 months. I’m 17 weeks pregnant right now, so that could be why she weaned, but I miss it so much! I can’t wait to have that special relationship with our new baby.

  3. My baby is only 5weeks old and this makes me sad thinking of weaning, I love getting to breastfeed.

  4. 🙁 Eli is approaching 2. it makes me sad to think that “our time” is limited. *hugs*

  5. Oh, this breaks my heart. My youngest weaned himself at 12 months, with no notice. One day he was just done. I was not ready, physically or emotionally. It was so hard. The hardest part was the feeling of rejection… I tried to nurse and he just looked away and turned his head. OUCH! The funny thing is that over a year later, I still leak milk. Pretty inconvenient since he won’t nurse.

  6. A very dear lady once told me that the days are long, but the years go by far too fast. As a new mommy, I’m finding this to be far more true than I ever could have imagined. I’m four months along in my breastfeeding journey. Reading this I was reminded yet again to cherish the moments, which by God’s grace, I think I’ve done pretty well at. Not perfect, but far better than I could have without women like you sharing their story.

  7. I just weaned my almost two year old, and I can totally relate. While I was definitely ready, and felt it was time for both of us, he is not completely happy about it , and that makes it even harder. Nursing is such a sweet, special time of connectedness with your baby/toddler that you will never be able to share with them again once they’re weaned. Enjoy and cherish the moments while you can!