Let The Wean {And Weeping} Begin
Monique | Tuesday, January 24, 2012 at 8:03PM Thanks in part to not being home as much during the day, Severus has begun weaning himself from the breast, and I am terribly bummed out about it.
Once I experienced him running around in circles, I I knew weaning would follow closely. He is by far one of our speediest, busiest Minions, he does not have time to stop poking the couch, or chasing his big brothers, or dancing - so that he can nurse.
"Pssshaw!", he says instead "I got thangs to do, mom woman! Oooooh, is that a Froot Loop or chalk? Either way, I'm going to eat it!"
The engorgement is awfully painful, the worst - when I get home I follow him around offering myself up to him; "Want to nurse, Sevie? Pleeeeeeeeeease? Nurse? Boo boo, nurse? Sevie, do you want milk? MILK? Please! Milk!? MY GOD, CHILD, PLEASE NURSE AND SAVE ME FROM THIS OUTRAGEOUS PAIN!"
He haughtily chuckles at my desperate attempts, sometimes he even shakes his head and tosses me a toy as a consolation prize.
"Here, kid. Take this and shut up, you're embarrassing yourself." is what I imagine he'd say, if he had the vocabulary.
And I'm forgotten, thrown to the wolves, unloved and unwanted until bedtime, when I'm still the main source of his comfort.
I'd love to shake my fist in revolt and march around the living room with a "Bring Breastfeeding Back!" sign held high in the air, but he can't read, so what good would it do?
Besides, after having to wean the bigger Minions, instead of allowing them to make the decision for themselves, I am grateful that Severus had the opportunity to nurse as long as he did without some new baby or crazy disaster unceremoniously bumping him from the boob.
He's able to make it very clear that I'm not the parent he wants to hang out with in the morning and would rather try to eat his brothers' hair than snuggle at my chest, that's cool... I'll live.
If it's alright with you though, I'm going to ignore the "Daddy's Little Sweetheart" onesie he's wearing and pretend he's still the teeny tiny baby who loved me the most.
Reader Comments (3)
I miss those days. The nursing. The cuddling. The barely being able to talk. EVERYTHING is so New and Exciting and Fun TO Eat in their little eyes and chubby little fingers. *sigh* Now I can barely get them to even fit in my lap when they come to me for a hug! Although if you want... I will totalllyy pitch in and help you make some Bring Breastfeeding Back signs for your living room march ;) It's been 8 years and I can still vividly remember the engorgement pain. Ouch. :(
Ahh. I had many of those moments of begging Titan to nurse because I was so full. He is my booby monster and I didn't have to beg too much. Poor you!
Becky - He kills me with his talking, he picks up words, tests them out, then throws them away. He says "Up" and {of course} "No", clear as day - everything else he's not sure about. I could use those signs, I keep crying over the ones I'm making. The engorgement has gotten better!