nursing monster

Well there was one down side to my birthday and sleeping in. John got up with Camille so I didn’t nurse her first thing like I normally do. I heard her fussing and so I got up because I knew what she wanted. When John saw the nursing monster I had turned her into he put his foot down right then and there. No more. The longer I do it the harder it will be to stop. I know, I know but I don’t want to stop. We are though. She threw a fit for 45 minutes yesterday, which I knew she would because I have kind of, sort of, tried (not really all that hard though) to avoid it sometimes and I have seen the way she acts. It was breaking my heart yesterday. Knowing I was taking something away from her that she loved so much. Ugh I hate it. I’m not really ready to be done either but…..I know it must be done. Plus I have gotten mastitis again. My body just does not work half way when it comes to making milk. My supply is just too big. She didn’t throw much of a fit today. She is already onto bigger and better things. It's only my heart that is still breaking, I guess.