The time has come, the walrus said

I've finally weaned the baby. Today was the first day of no nursing and I am incredibly sad. I know that it's silly, the baby isn't a baby at all anymore, he's nearly 18 months. Still, it was the one thing that I could do for him that no one else could, I feel a huge sense of loss here. The baby didn't seem to mind too much, I guess it was time. My body was telling me the same thing, by almost completely cutting off my milk production. Okay body, I got it, happy now?