Owen weaned at nineteen months. It was a very guided self weaning process, but in the end, it was his decision. Nathan, now over 19 months, has very little interest in weaning. I however, am over it.
There are number of reasons why I'm done, but the main one is selfish and stupid: I keep gaining and losing the same freaking five pounds over and over again. And I'm about to lose my mind! I know I'm not fat. I know no one else thinks I have a pound to lose, but I do. FIVE of 'em need to get off my ass (and my abs) and get off now!
And I know weaning will do it. I know that's what's keeping the fat clinging desperately to my rump and my mid-section, screaming, "but you have a baby to feed!" No I don't. He's a toddler. He is a running, climbing, talking, jumping, bacon-eating toddler. He will survive. (Like how I'm talking myself out of a guilt trip?) Terrible. I know. Wrong. I get it. It's gonna happen.
In fact it is happening. This weekend Matt and I decided to go cold turkey on the kid. Matt put him down for every nap and bedtime, so that he couldn't nurse and he did FANTASTIC. Not even an issue for one second. He nursed when he woke up Saturday morning....but went the rest of the day without. He nursed Sunday morning and went the rest of the day. So Monday rolls around and I'm freaked out about putting him down for nap. Nothing. He asked "milk?". I said "no milk, just nite-nite" and he laid his little head right down. No fuss. Same, same at bedtime. It's a non-issue! Can I get a "woot-woot"?? So really all we need to cut out is that am session and I am in the clear! I'm beyond excited!
The only issue now is whether on not my boobs will ever be the same size again. (You know he has only nursed on one side for the past 14 months right?.......Too much information?)
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