My son is 2 years and 8 months and I NEVER, EVER thought I would nurse a child this long. My first weaned himself at 13 months, but this one? At 13 months he was still nursing 10 times a day (no exaggeration!) So... little by little, over the last 8 months, with my pushing, we've eliminated one feeding, then another so that we were down to just the going to be nursing. I KNOW I don't produce any "real" milk. I haven't felt a letdown in months and months, but he still "needed" that comfort. But, three nights ago, I rocked him and sang to him and put him in his bed and patted his back. He whimpered and didn't like it, but no screaming crying (which I had a few months back when I tried). Next night, last night, he had skipped a nap, so he had fallen asleep while eating (poor thing) and I carried him up to his bed and he didn't even stir (well, he stirred, but went back to sleep). ANY time before, he would have asked to nurse when he stirred, not this time... and now here we are, an hour from night-night time and we'll see if he protests too much. While I am THRILLED to be done, I'm also sad... I will never nurse a baby again. My breasts will never be "useful" again and my baby is growing up - which I LOVE that he's a BOY now and now a baby, but to KNOW it's over....there's an element of sadness too.