DS is just turned 19 months and for the past week or so has started to refuse his bedtime feed. This is the only feed he has now, so unless something changes soon I guess this means our feeding journey is over and I can't help but feel a little bit sad about it 
When I was pregnant I never intended to breastfeed, I just didn't like the idea of it, but agreed to try for the benefits it would offer DS. As it turns out, I adjusted to it far better than I expected and decided to continue, first until he was 6 months, then a year, then 2 years when I thought I'd definitely stop. I went back to work full time when DS was 8 months old for financial reasons, so nighttime feeds were something I'd come to really looked forward to for the bonding time.
I know that technically we're only a few months away from the two year mark now so it shouldn't make any difference, but I think I'm finding it hard that DS has made this decision for himself and I've not had any time to adjust to the idea. I didn't even know that the last feed was going to be the last feed, so it's taken me a bit by surprise, if that makes sense?
I don't really know what I want from this post. Just to write it down I guess. Has anyone else felt similarly emotional when they stopped breastfeeding?