I was planning to nurse my son. I saw two of my sister inlaws breastfeed until their children were over 2 years old, and they made it look so easy. My son was born premature and my milk hadn't come in yet, so I struggled and stuggled. I felt so bad because I was having such a hard time, and I put a ton of pressure on myself. My son's sugars were very low at thte hospital, plus he was jaundice and had a heart murmur, so they didn't let us leave the hospital for days. The nurse told me I had to give him formula or we would not be able to go home any time soon. I was so sad. i just wanted to take him home. Why could I not feed my baby like everyone else was?
The next four, yes four months were horrible. I nursed him, then topped him up wth formula and pumped after every feeding. He was eating every 2 hours, so I was not sleeping at all, and kind of losing my mind. After about 4 1/2 months, I was exhausted, and was going to give up and just give him formula when he finally latched properly and I didn't need to top him up with formula anymore. I was so happy. All my hard work finally paid off.
I nursed my son until he was two years old, when I was ready to stop. I felt it was time more because he was super tall and people were looking weird at me. I tried sippy cups, juice, treats, milk but he still wanted the breast. I tried to wean him for two months, and I was getting no where. I had tried so hard to get him to nurse, and now he wouldn't stop.
I had a conference coming up and thought this was my chance to be away for a few days and maybe he would forget. I left on the Friday, and said goodbye.
I didn't bring along a pump. When I felt full, I would express just enough milk with my hand so it wouldn't hurt. Sunday came very fast and I was ready to return home. I missed him so much! It was my first time away from him since birth and I wanted to snuggle him. As soon as I walked in the front door, my son ran to me and said "boob". I was surprised. I thought he would have forgotten, but he didn't. I was the "boob lady" and he was hungry. I didn't know what to do. He kept saying "boob! boob!". I didn't want to nurse him again. I had to think fast. I tried everything I had tried before. He took the snacks and juice but once he was finished he still wanted boob. I told him "boob all done" but he didn't care. He was crying and I felt horrible for saying no. Then I thought of something! I ran to the kitchen, got his sippy cup, and opened the fridge. He followed and watched me closely. I showed him his sippy cup and he took a sip. He smiled and had more to drink. He finished his special drink and looked at me and said "boob". I said no more boob and filled his cup again and said, "no more boob, chocolate milk". He continued to ask for boob for a few weeks and I just kept giving him chocolate milk. It worked! He was happy and so was I.
Who knew that I had to try so hard to get the breastfeeding to work and just as hard to stop.
My daughter is almost 17 months old and is still nursing. She is very spirited and independent, so I am not looking forward to weaning her. A week vacation to a warm location down south sounds good when it's time to wean her.
Thank you Walmart Canada for sponsoring our Baby Basics programs! We all shared our Weaning troubles, stories and advice. Every mom took home a Walmart loot bag filled with puffs, plastic cutlery, a plastic cup and snack bowls too.
We did some Mom and Baby music time with our little ones too, thanks to Megan! The babies had fun and so did the moms.
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