DC3 is almost 3.5 years old. She's not had a bf for about a week - I think we're really done. The last few feeds (she'd been down to just a bedtime feed for a long time) were odd - she kept pulling off and then kind of biting, as if she'd forgotten how to latch. I asked what she was doing, but she just looked puzzled and made very bitey attempts to latch. So I told her she must be too big for milk now, and we stopped. She's barely protested and has been settling to sleep brilliantly, despite still feeding to sleep most nights prior to stopping.
I'm feeling a very weird mixture of relieved, guilty, proud and sad. I'm not quite sure what the right feeling is. It's very strange that I'll never bf a baby again!