I was worrying about how to finish breastfeeding, since I didn't really want to stop whilst he was still feeding well. It's such a definite end. Once you stop, you've stopped - there's no going back. And then the baby period, that time of such closeness, is definitely over.
I am glad that he decided when and how to stop. And actually, it wasn't so hard. I am now feeling the benefits. The fog of hormones and tiredness is lifting (and even now I am realising how under the fog I was the whole time) and my energy and fighting spirit is returning. Plus, it is a nice feeling to have my body properly back to myself again. This does mean though that I have no excuse for not losing weight! I just can't think too much about the fact that I've breastfed him for the last time, or I will get a bit nostalgic and upset.
Anyway, onwards and upwards! Don't look back - look forwards. I did a great job of feeding him for so long and he is a healthy and happy toddler in the rudest of health :-) He now saunters round the flat, bottle of formula in hand, swigging away - its hilarious.