Senti-mental

Sometimes I get sentimental about my breastfeeding days. And this is at eighteen months! About 4 months after weaning! I really should enjoy my time off now, though. In a few months I'm going to be starting all over again.
Other times, I am really glad that breastfeeding isn't going on anymore. I remember how difficult it could be some nights -- many nights at a stretch, really, when he would wake up and accept nothing but the breast as an incentive to calm down. That's when we realized that it would have to be DH who got up every night with him if we were ever going to get past that stage. It took a few days but eventually it worked.
I don't remember my last breastfeed. The truth is, it probably contained more than a few screams from me because towards the end he made a pretty regular practice of biting me-- hard-- when he was finished eating. Have you ever been bitten on your nipple by little razor-sharp teeth? It is a most unpleasant experience. When DH complained about the noise of my cries, I offered to bite his nipples to see what he would do. He doesn't have a very high threshold for pain. He demurely retreated back to his side of the bed.