Next month Amelia turns 2 which completely blows my mind! My baby is turning into a little girl. I have bittersweet feelings about all of this growing up. On one hand, I really love that she is more independent and can do more for herself, however on the other hand I can see how all I have to do is blink and she’ll be in college and I’m just not ready for my baby to grow up.
That being said, there is one thing I’m ready for. Weaning.
While pregnant, the peanut gallery of unsolicited advice lamented about how difficult breastfeeding can be and how I need to be prepared and blah, blah, blah. I tuned it out and let it all happen organically and didn’t fret like a neurotic hormonal mess about it. Well, we freaking rocked that breastfeeding shit out! So much so my 2 year old WON’T STOP! Hahahahaha! (That’s nervous laughter)
Don’t get me wrong. I love(d) breastfeeding. The bond is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My goal was to make it a year and I’m proud that we did it!
I never gave any thought to the concept of weaning because I just thought (maybe more so hoped) it would happen organically. I didn’t think I’d be in a position where I was ready and Amelia wasn’t. That’s where we are now. I’m ready. I want my body back to myself. I want my freedom. I want to sleep through the night without a vampire tugging at my shirt and comfort nursing. I give in because it is just easier. I’ve tried to night wean her and she is very resistant. Like screams her head off with big, droplet tears resistant. I end up caving because I’m tired and the crying has been known to last hours despite snuggling her, offering her water, singing to her, telling her a story, you name it. And the crying nights have gone on for days…7 days to be exact. After 7 days she begins to resist less, but the one time we reached that far she ended up developing an ear infection and we went back to comfort nursing. My willful child knows what she wants and will fight for it. I love that personality trait, except in this instance.
So at 2am I cave and let her nurse because I’m tired and just want to go to sleep. I refuse to let her cry it out alone. I’m not opposed to tears, but if she’s going to cry her mama is going to be snuggling her and telling her it’s okay.
I’ve read that most kids self wean by 4 or 5. Hell no y’all! I’m not waiting until then. No, no, no. So WTF do I do now? I’m clueless! I keep sticking my head in the sand and hoping she’ll just magically stop nursing one day soon, but knowing my child and her personality she’s going to be one of those kids who won’t self wean until she goes to kindergarten.
Oh I should clarify that the bulk of nursing happens at night. She only nurses once during the day and that’s before nap time. So daytime nursing isn’t a big deal. It’s the nighttime activities I’m talking about.
Any mamas have similar experiences? What did you do? What worked? What didn’t work? Shed your wisdom on me! Because this mama is tired and needs help from the village.