Girls Camp and more..

So I was asked to go to girls camp this year as the Craft director.  I know funny!  I've never thought of myself as being crafty, but I do enjoy doing crafts so it worked out.  Plus I had an amazing partner in crime.  Dabney from my ward was asked to work with me.  We had a fabulous time.  She was a blast to work with.  We decided we must work well together because neither one of us were stressed out.
The camp theme was Survivor Africa and the scripture was Joshua 1:9.  So, we made hair flowers with animal prints and decorated dog tags to wear around their necks.  They turned out super cute and the girls just loved them.
I left Thursday morning July 15th and got home late Saturday night around 8pm.  It was my first time ever leaving Caleb.  Before this trip I had never left him longer than 4 hours.  I hadn't weaned him before the trip and he did wonderfully.  I was more emotional than him I think.  He is a mommas boy, but Rob did a wonderful job keeping him busy.  Rob took care of him Thursday and Friday and my mom and dad watched him Saturday.
Wow I never realized how physically and emotionally hard weaning Caleb from the breast was going to be.  I had to pump while at camp.  The first night I had to wake up at 2am because I was drenched and I went into the craft cabin with a little flashlight and pump.  Ouch.  It was so scary.  I was alone in a big cabin with spiders all around my feet following the light from my flashlight.  Not the best experience, but I got through it.  The next night I just pumped extra long before I went to sleep and I was fine.
So, when I got home Saturday night my mom was nice enough to keep the baby awake so I could see him. I missed him so much.  Well he wanted nothing to do with me.  As soon as I took him he began to cry and wanted my mom back.  She took him back and he stopped crying.  Then I took him back and he wouldn't stop crying, so I just put him down to bed and he fell right to sleep.  I then continued to cry and feel sorry for myself for a few hours.  The next morning he woke up and things were back to normal except now I had to be strong and not give in.  I wanted to breast feed him so bad, but I stayed strong.  I cried off and on for two days.  Caleb would ask for it sometimes and I would tell him all gone.  After a few more days he stopped asking.
He now just goes to bed when I lay him down.  Before I rocked him to sleep.  He doesn't like being rocked anymore.  Kind of sad, but kind of nice at the same time.
I hope this wasn't to much info.  If so sorry.