I think that we've finally reached the end. My son is 16 months and he had his last feed from me about 5 days ago. He'd only been having one in the morning and don't think he was getting much at all. I stopped offering because it seemed like the right time and he's not asked for it. I felt completely ready to give up but have felt unexpectedly sad and nostalgic.
It's like the last physical connection has gone, in a way breastfeeding feels like an extension of being attached to him by his cord in the womb, so it's almost like the cord finally being cut.
I know that sounds weird but I think I just needed to put it down in writing.
I don't think I'll get the full hormonal impact as I have the progesterone implant so my hormones are being mucked about with anwyay. But I did get teary yesterday and have suddenly started feeling awfully interested in making a little brother or sister for him!
I know I've been so lucky to successfully breastfeed in the first place but it's so sad when it ends (even at 16 months).