Last night was the first of the breastfeeds to go .
Ds has been having trouble feeding before bed for a little while and was just getting worse and worse, so I had to bite the bullet and give him a bottle. Well, I couldn't do it, dh did it. I feel a bit sad, cos it's like he's growing up (he's only 6 months lol!), and I love bf, even though it hasn't been particularly easy for us.
Oh well, there's still 4 feeds to go, so it's not over yet.