I turned 28 on Sunday, the 18th. Jack decided that he was going to give his mommy his own special gift. He decided that he was going to wean himself. Cold turkey. That day.
I spent the last 15 1/2 months nursing my little boy. He gave me quite the run around those first few weeks. He lost over a pound in those first few days and could not suck properly. So, after attempting to nurse for 20 mins, than supplement feeding him with a syringe and than pumping and than repeating it 2 hours later... i was desperate to be done breastfeeding. After a few visits to a lactation specialist, i was able to nurse him with a shield on. It still took a good hour to feed him from both sides. The Olympics were on during this time and i spent hours watching them while i nursed. Jack's head had to be held a certain way and the shield had to be adjusted, so both hands were busy, forcing me to just sit there. Every night i would want to quit and every morning, i would try it just one more day... 5 weeks into his little life we flew to MI for my sister's wedding. My shield was misplaced and my hungry little man had to fend for himself. It was a little godsend. He nursed like a champ and went on strong for the next year...
Till he just decided he was done. On my birthday. I have mixed feelings about that. It had been slowing down and more for comfort than for nutrients for awhile. However, i will miss my little cuddle time with my boy. It is just one more stage that he has grown out of. My sweet little baby boy is growing up...
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