An Epilogue of Sorts...

Well, that's is. I'm done. I officially cut Miles off from the boob when he turned 8 months. I say that but the truth is that he cut me off. I was doing just fine. We were down to one nursing session, first thing in the morning. It was nice to have that time together when we first woke up. Miles was the one that finally decided the bottle suited him just fine. He would rather just guzzle it down in 5 minutes as opposed to leisurely nurse. But anyway, I am satisfied with sticking with it and lasting as long as we did. I hope that our next kid catches on more quickly.