Stumbling around I came across this post: I’m not ready… « annamcbean.
It’s full of beautiful sentiment that hits home to this normal-weaning mother. I remember when i had #1 i thought I’d just ‘try’ to breastfeed and see where it goes. By 6 months people were on me to quit. Being young I believed all the silly things they were telling me, but i held on for ten more months. It seemed like a lot… then… now 16 months? that’s nothing much in my world (though kudos to you mamas that reach that age!) When I had #2 I remember saying I would let him wean, but would definitely not go past two, because that would be ‘weird’ – yes, I said that. Then, before his 2nd birthday we found out #3 was in the works and the midwife told me that continuing to nurse would be safe, and actually tandem nursing the two after #3’s birth could help with sibling jealousy. Ok, so I would nurse #2 for just a little bit past two I told myself. Then he slowly tapered himself off as he was ready…and it was so different from weaning #1. There wasn’t the crying or the guilt. There was nothing but a slow tapering off. By the time #3 was nursing strong I decided I would let him wean himself, instead of taking it upon myself, and I have continued with that belief into baby #4.
Does that mean I’ll be nursing a teenager? I highly doubt that. It simply means I am letting nature take its course, the way it has since the beginning.
I ran across this at another blog, and thought it was beautiful. I had to share it.
“Looking back I can see that there are many things that she learned during our time spent nursing, and I am thankful that simply putting her to breast taught her the most important lesson of all. She learned to trust. I was always there, ready and willing to nurse her whenever she needed to. Whether she was hungry or thirsty, hurt or scared, tired or overwhelmed, I was there to nurse her and help her feel better. She learned that she was safe and secure and that her needs would always be met.” –Nurtured child
Randomly stumbling on stumbleupon,i came across this:
1. It’s more fun to color outside the lines.
- If you’re gonna draw on the wall, do it behind the couch.
3. Ask why until you understand.
- Hang on tight.
5. Even if you’ve been fishing for 3 hours and haven’t gotten anything except poison ivy and a sunburn, you’re still better off than the worm.
- Make up the rules as you go along.
7. It doesn’t matter who started it.
Ask for sprinkles.
If the horse you’re drawing looks more like a dog, make it a dog.
Save a place in line for your friends.
Sometimes you have to take the test before you’ve finished
12. If you want a kitten, start out asking for a horse.
Just keep banging until someone opens the door.
Making your bed is a waste of time.
There is no good reason why clothes have to match.
Even Popeye didn’t eat his spinach until he absolutely had to.
You work so hard pedaling up the hill that you hate to brake on
the way down.
18. You can’t ask to start over just because you’re losing the game.
I Will Carry You
I love that I can kiss your head
Just inches away from my lips
Our hearts beat together as I carry you
Perched up high you see my world
Then turn your head in and sleep
Resting on me you are safe
Your body next to mine you are secure
We are in tune in this external womb
In my arms you will be
Until you are ready to venture out
But until then, I promise,
I will carry you.
~ Michelle Abernathy
Now that Lady Girl’s almost two and a whopping 27 lbs (as of a month ago) our baby wearing days are getting few & far between. She’s an on-the-go toddler who has three older brothers to chase after and doesn’t seem as interested as the wrap as her newborn baby self did, but there are still moments. The other day when i was doing the dishes and she was being extra clingy, we put the wrap on and she got her snuggles while “helping”me with the dishes. It was sort of bittersweet. As if she was saying “hey mom, i know i’m growing up fast, but sometimes i still need this”
This is going to sound bad to anyone that hasn’t experienced it, but those of you that have will totally get it; I love toddler nursing.
Don’t get me wrong, newborn / baby nursing is an awesome bonding experience, but it’s all about a need for nutrition. For the baby, nursing at that age is just a means to get that nutrition. Something their instincts tell them to do. Sure, there’s still the cuddling and touching need, but on the whole it’s nutrition.
As they become toddlers though, it’s about way more. It’s nutrition mixed with comfort and cuddling.
When Lady Girl is blissfully nursing, she looks right at me (when she’s not busy trying to look at everything else) for that moment it’s just the two of us. And you know she wants to smile. Her face is lit up. Then she points to her eye, then her chest, then at me (it’s something Hubby started when C was little, to say I love you, that he’s done with all the kids)
It just melts my heart.
All the cracked nipples, thrush, bad latches, growth spurts and leaking are worth it in those moments.
Sure, i could do without the nursing aerobics that come with nursing a toddler, but those moments? I’m going to be sad to see them go.