Well, Michael has changed his attitude about formula. He is increasingly mobile and increasingly hungry. We have found a sippy cup that he likes, and he has started accepting formula. And by accepting, I mean greedily gobbling 8 ounces at a time. And I am shocked, SHOCKED, at how much heavier his diapers have been today. And so we are weaning. I'm just not the type to nurse only at night or whatever. My breasts are an all or nothing kind of production.
And...so...we are weaning. I know I have whined on here before about my sadness. This will be the last time. I know it makes no real sense. For heavens sake, Michael is 10 months old...older than either of the other two were when they weaned. Today I was making him a sippy of formula and I had that nursing mom panic, "Is this enough? Is he ready?" until I mentally shook myself and thought, "For heaven's sake...he ate an Eggo waffle this morning for breakfast. I think he'll be okay."
I have a lot of this dual thinking about this topic. It is the end of an era...this end of breastfeeding. It makes me feel old and used up to know that I won't ever have a need of these breasts again. But, Oh!, the freedom! But, oh, my baby...my last baby.
So I am sad. Silly, but I am. And I know that this is just how every stage in Michael's life will feel...a teeny bit more painful than when the other two move onto a new stage. Life is really really good. And I am really really lucky. Is it wrong to ask life to move just a tad bit slower?
And...so...we are weaning. I know I have whined on here before about my sadness. This will be the last time. I know it makes no real sense. For heavens sake, Michael is 10 months old...older than either of the other two were when they weaned. Today I was making him a sippy of formula and I had that nursing mom panic, "Is this enough? Is he ready?" until I mentally shook myself and thought, "For heaven's sake...he ate an Eggo waffle this morning for breakfast. I think he'll be okay."
I have a lot of this dual thinking about this topic. It is the end of an era...this end of breastfeeding. It makes me feel old and used up to know that I won't ever have a need of these breasts again. But, Oh!, the freedom! But, oh, my baby...my last baby.
So I am sad. Silly, but I am. And I know that this is just how every stage in Michael's life will feel...a teeny bit more painful than when the other two move onto a new stage. Life is really really good. And I am really really lucky. Is it wrong to ask life to move just a tad bit slower?
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I felt the same way about it.
I've been bittersweet each time a baby has weaned. d was 14 months old and O was only 7 months old (I was 3 mo pg...) and I was SO. SAD. each time. You're so right about the strange back and forth. It's so nice to be FREE FREE FREE again, but it's still sad. I've been thinking about letting C wean too. He's almost 9 mo old, but he doesn't nurse very well and it's a constant source of frustration. And for dinner he ate an entire avocado, a banana and some chicken pot pie, so... yeah...
Anyway, you did good. :)
I think it is a testament to what a dedicated mama you are! You will get through it but it's okay to feel sad. Also, look how awesome he is doing!! You are a great mom and now you get to enter this new phase with your baby :)
No, you are not unreasonable to be sad, I wish I could even compare my experience to yours. Hopefully, we'll have better luck this time around with Speck.
But, as Devil's advocate (a role in which I often find myself) may I reference your last post? There's two sides to everything. Don't be too sad, mama. Lots of other milestones to look forward to!
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