It has been almost a week since Trevor has attempted to nurse. I dare say he is weaned, and pretty much weaned himself on his own. I was still happy to nurse once a day or so, then it became every other day and then this week, with the regular drinking of cow's milk, he just, well, lost interest in me. He would nurse and then cry like, "this isn't doing it for me anymore!" So, I just stopped trying. When he's upset, I just hold him and talk to him. If he seems like he's overtired and due to feed, I give him a bottle and cradle him, and he's out like a light. It's weird, but not bad. And he seems perfectly happy.
We were at the pediatrician's yesterday for some shots--I started him with shots at 4 months instead of 2 and so we are trying to get him up to speed now--and she asked me if I was having any issues with him being weaned. Was I sad, did I miss it or feel bad?
I have to say, I feel fine. I think it's great that he knew when he was ready and I didn't force anything on him or deny him the comfort he really seemed to enjoy. I like that he's more cuddly all of a sudden. He likes to just flop on his back and lie next to me, give me hugs, kisses, snuggle more. He doesn't have that sad, desperate look like "please mommy, please, I am so upset, I need boobs!" anymore. He likes his bottle, actually asks for it, "Ba ba? Ba ba?" It's cute, even though of course I'd like him to drink out of sippy cups more so than ba ba's, but it's cool. He'll get to that eventually.
I guess I will miss having the ability to breastfeed, as my bff says "in my back pocket", but I see that now I can comfort T in other ways. I like that he looks at me more, wants to be with me and hang out and play and he's not always tugging at my shirt. I like that I can wear normal bras that actually provide some modicum of support and that this really painful nursing blister/cyst is finally healed.
So... this could be premature, but I think that's it. We're done.
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