We reached a milestone in our house on Friday. With my son I did an OK job as he was getting older marking milestones on the calendar. With my daughter, well, I couldn’t tell you when she first walked or talked or cut her first tooth. But I think she did them all the same day!

This milestone is a mommy milestone, and not one my daughter is all-too-happy about. Friday marked one month since I stopped nursing her. For those of you who are keeping tabs, or haven’t done the math, my daughter will be 3 in a few months.

I am, and still remain, a firm believer in nursing. And from Day 1, my daughter was a nursing girl. I think I can count on both hands the number of times she took a bottle. It wasn’t that I set out to do that, but at the time I took four months of maternity leave and even when I returned, it was only to be in the office one day a week (and that position ended after a month). She just never had any interest in a bottle.

I didn’t really push the issue with her until two weeks before I returned to work. And clearly, she would have NONE of it. The sitter, a good friend, who took her those four days I went to work, had a miserable time. We were able to get her to take some liquid, and watered down rice cereal, through a sippy cup. But forget a bottle.

And when I did return to work more regularly a few months later, I found nursing was a quiet, soothing, reconnect time for us. So again, I didn’t push the issue.

But as she reached 2 and a half years old, I kept it to just once or twice a day and only at home. And when she got sick – something that happens a lot in our house – she would want NO ONE but mommy. So it became clear that weaning was in order!

I didn’t plan this, but it worked out that my four days away from home to visit my sister last month was well worth the plane ticket – and not just to see my sis and niece.

We stopped cold turkey. The night before my departure, my daughter was in bed with me all night. And that was the last time.

I’m a very happy mommy, though the first few nights were tough with her pleading me to nurse. Now, it’s been a whole week since she asked.

So when my sister had her daughter, I was the first to say, “Give that child a bottle at least once a day!” (filled with mommy milk, of course.)