Kenny is thirteen months and five days old, and is still nursing. Yes, I had planned to “nurse for the first year” in that vague, wholesome sounding way. But little did I know that the reality would be a much more difficult undertaking… my boy is hooked!
However, today is the first day that I have seen evidence that the end is really in sight. You see, he woke up at 12:23 AM and screamed and screeched until I gave into going into his room and nursing him back to sleep (why is he suddenly waking up in the middle of the night, after beign an all-nighter for so long??), and he didn’t want my milk again until 6:30 PM this evening, when it was time for bed. I even tried to get him to nurse at 3 PM, partly because of my own discomfort, and partly because he was getting cracky, but he was way more interested in playing with the helium balloon in the living room than in cuddling close to Mommy.
This is the first day that he didn’t have at least a little milk at breakfast time, or at least a little during the “witching hour.” One feeding in the whole day, and even that was half-hearted and sleepy. I can’t believe it. I’m a little hurt, and hurting a lot. That is to say, my feelings are a little wounded, that he didn’t want Mommy at all for nourishment today (though that is my goal, right?), and I’m hurting because my poor body isn’t quite ready to go it cold-turkey. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I think that it might be a relief if he wakes up in the middle of the night tonight and wants a little of the good stuff.
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Use cold compress to relieve pain from engorgement. If you are really full – try cold cabbage leaves. 😀
So I’m supposed to walk around dressed like a salad?? Couldn’t you have told me to eat more chocolate or something?