I have roughly six weeks left until Julesy's 1st birthday. That's D-Day. Wean Day.
I know some of you are probably just about to post in the comments "but why wean now?" and "the WHO recommends 2 years" etc., etc. And, while I really appreciate the support, and you know I love you girls, seriously, just shut the fuck up with that shit.
I know all about it. Five minutes on my blog will tell you what a Lactivist I am. And five more minutes will tell you I'm a woman who works away from home 10 hours a day, sits in class until 10 pm at night, gets home at 11:15 pm, then sometimes stays up until 2 am making cakes for my other business. This is all while operating on almost NO sleep because my infant son has me up all night nursing at his every whim.
One year is my limit. One year of exclusive breastfeeding, with a schedule like mine, is enough. It's far more than most moms do. It's all the AAP recommends.
I recently entertained the idea of giving up the pumping at work on his birthday, but then continuing to nurse him at home. But, I've decided against that too. Now, don't get me wrong. I love nursing him. It's fulfilling. It's incredibly bonding. I really do love it. But the problem is that Jules is just too attached to me. Now quiet down, "Attachment Parenting" folks. Yes, sometimes there IS such a thing as being too attached. This baby has to learn to work within this family structure, and right now he's keeping the entire family up (Jonas included) with his constant need to use me as a pacifier every 2 hours or so. I've found a way to co-sleep and nurse just enough to avoid being committed to an institution, but it is NOT a long term sleep solution, and it is NOT something I am going to continue past May 16th.
Right now I'm not sleeping, even though he is, because I know that he will be awake, like clockwork, in about another 10 minutes to nurse. There is no point to falling asleep. My body will not allow it. My body truly cannot shut itself down when it knows the hour glass is about to run out.
If I didn't have to get up in the morning and give presentations to VPs, or sit in class at 9:30 at night focused on the finer details of "MLA citation" or "Communications Technologies", or pipe a buttercream Cinderella onto a cake at 1:40 in the morning, then perhaps I could afford to be a sleep deprived zombie for another year or two.
But I can't. And I won't. So please… PLEASE… somebody tell me: How do I wean a 1 year old who screams bloody murder if a boob isn't popped into his mouth the very second he rises from a slumber? I'm open to suggestions.























Are you still nursing? The girl who wanted to quit every five minutes? You're still going? I thought you woulda cashed in your nursing bra many moons ago.
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