I just wanted to share a weaning update, since it’s been awhile since our last one. My nipple tenderness from being pregnant was still making me squirm every single time Jake would latch on, so one night I asked him if he wanted a cup instead because mommy’s milk-milks had boo-boos. He was very worried about them, so he agreed to just take a cup with some water that night, and asked for a cup instead the next night too. On the following night, he once again asked to nurse, and I said yes. So that pattern kind of continued, and Jake had gotten down to only asking to nurse to sleep every 2-3 nights and he would just nurse for a few minutes and then roll over and go to sleep. Other nights he would ask for a cup sometimes, but not usually.
After a few weeks (maybe 2?) of the every couple of nights routine, he had asked to go spend the night with my parents (his first night ever away from mama!!). He did great and didn’t ask for milk at all! Then, after he came home, he didn’t ask either… Sometimes still he will ask if he can hold the milk-milks, which is fine with me for now. But he doesn’t really request to nurse.
It’s bittersweet, but honestly, probably good timing since he is almost 2 1/2 and our new little one will be arriving in a few months. I probably miss it more than him, because it was so easy to get him calm and get him to sleep when we were nursing. And I miss that my baby isn’t such a baby anymore. But, overall, we are both doing fine. No engorgement or anything like that for me, which I hadn’t expected since our nursing had been gradually decreasing for some time. Also, the breast and nipple tenderness that showed up with pregnancy is less aggravated, although still present, since we’ve stopped nursing. My hubs is happy that Jake is done nursing, because he was really worried about how Jake would handle the baby needing to nurse all the time when Jake wanted to also.
So, now I have officially nursed (and weaned!) a child for 28 months!
I can hardly believe that my sweet baby’s second birthday is right around the corner. We will be so busy with the holidays that the time will seem to pass even faster. That being said, we have decided to try for another child. We both want a few more children, but we will be perfectly happy and whole if J is our one and only.
We haven’t done anything to prevent having another child since J was born, but with extended breastfeeding, I didn’t have a cycle for a long time (about 16 months, I believe), and I haven’t taken any OPKs to see if I’m actually ovulating now. We just felt like we would put the timing in God’s hands.
However, I feel like once you decide to try, there’s a whole new element of pressure and disappointment. Each time your body doesn’t do what you want it to, you can’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. I don’t know how the PCOS will come into play this go around, but I’m going to really try to not let it get me down.
I have just been praying that if it is God’s will, then we will have more kids. If not, I’m so very blessed by the one I have already!
Motherhood changed you in ways you cannot anticipate. When I was pregnant, I knew I wanted to breastfeed, because, well, “breast is best” and all that. I have a science/medical background. I knew breastfeeding is healthy and beneficial for baby and mama. But I never knew the way breastfeeding would shape me as a mom. I never knew that it would make me love and appreciate my body for what it was created to do. I never knew it would give me a parenting tool to ease pain, sadness, and sickness. I didn’t know it would force me to pick up some much needed healthy habits that I had been neglecting (like eating better and drinking enough water).
I never knew breastfeeding would be my superpower, but it is. Just call me SuperMom.
We haven’t had our 18 month checkup yet, but I still have plenty to report. J is growing so much and he is learning so much; it’s really beautiful to watch. It seems like he is learning a new word every other day. He knows more animal sounds (“moo”), the word animals (“ah-mals), and the color blue (“boo”), which he will happily point out upon request. He says and understand the difference is yes and no. He also has some funny expressions (“wow,” “whoa,” “dude,” and “really” which sounds ,more like “ree-ree?”). He calls both of his grandmothers “maw-maw” (one is g-maw, the other is memaw), and affectionately calls his daddy “da-da-dude.” He says doodle (“dooduh”), which is a nickname his aunt calls him. He also says noozle (“noozah”), which is what we call rubbing our noses together. He requests apples (“ah-pools”), and going swimming (“pool!”) often.
He likes climbing on everything and running everywhere. He is a ball of energy, but his disposition is usually very good. He’s very kind and loving. He loves to be a helper, whether it’s doing dishes, laundry, or making the bed. He has gotten time out a few times for throwing his food, so we are working on that, but overall, he’s an easy going kid. Being his mom is a joy and a privilege.
Why is it so hard to get other adults to respect your parenting decisions? I understand you did/are doing it differently. That’s cool. You raise your kids, I will handle mine. I have gotten really frustrated lately, because I can’t get certain people to respect my parenting choices. So, for the record:
- I will breastfeed as long as we both want to. If that’s 3 more days or 3 more weeks or 3 more months, whatever. Not your boobs.
- Please respect my decisions regarding what we let our child eat. I know that French fries won’t kill him (at least not today…), and I know your kids ate a lot differently. But if you know better now, you need to do better. So when I say he doesn’t need cake with bright orange icing, he doesn’t need cake with bright orange icing. He likes fruits and vegetables just fine. We allow him a few indulgences here and there for special occasions, and that’s it. His genetics are not in his favor, so the only thing I can do for him is to teach him how to have a healthy relationship with food. Junk food is addicting, so it’s better for him if he doesn’t ever have to deal with that.
- Don’t sass me about his rear-facing car seat. He has a significantly reduced risk of death or spinal cord injury if he’s in an accident while rear-facing. I’m more concerned with his safety than his view.
- Thank you for your opinion on me putting him in nursery at church. I’m aware he isn’t around other kids much, but if he screams like a banshee the whole time he’s in nursery and he will sit realtively quietly with me in the service, I would prefer he stay with me. I have read a lot about parenting views related to having children in church, and I am comfortable with my stance on it. If he isn’t disturbing you, don’t worry about how much he is or isn’t interacting with other kids.
It’s so funny to me, that even though it’s bittersweet watching him grow up, Jake is more fun to me at every new stage than he was at the one before. His personality has grown so much in just a few short months. And his vocabulary is quickly following. He can now easily let you know yes or no by head shakes (and also a rather sassy face, sometimes accompanied by the word no), sign for food or milk, and point out just about anything he wants. He knows lots of his body parts, as well as some animal sounds (woof! meow!). He is so sweet and kind-hearted, and he loves other children (Aww! Baby!).
Breastfeeding is still awesome. He’s definitely not nursing nearly as much, and he’s come a long way with using his sippy cups in the past month. I am really trying to get him off of bottles, but am facing some resistance (from my MIL who watches him, not from him). I’m still pumping. I’m officially back to having a menstual cycle, though, so we will probably start trying for baby #2 in about 6 months or so. Overall, Jake is doing absolutely amazing, and he makes our life so joyful!
We have been away for a few days, enjoying a much needed vacation. It was such a blessing to see my son enjoy the beach. I cannot count the number of times I held back tears because of the bittersweet beauty of it all. His little toes in the sand and surf, his little hands splashing in the pool, and his love for our family. He is more than I could ever have hoped for. Sometimes, in the monotony of our hustle and bustle, I forget. I forget how the world is still so full of wonder for him. I forget to treasure each moment. But this trip reminded me. “Behold, children are a gift from the Lord.”
Here is a small sampling of things Jake eats…
Organic mini whole grain waffles from Earth’s Best, bananas, and grapes
Whole grain blueberry waffle from Kashi, strawberries, blueberries, and organic milk
Roasted turkey breast, peas, blueberries, and graham crackers.
Sorry I’ve been MIA lately, but what better way to come back than with a breastfeeding update?!
16 months finds us still nursing fairly successfully. Jake still doesn’t sleep 100% through the night, so nighttime is when we nurse most. We still nurse a good bit during the day too, though, because someone doesn’t like to take more than about 3 sips from a cup… Needless to say, that means I’m still pumping so he can drink from a bottle when I’m at work. You know how people tell you to never say never in parenthood? Yeah. I was that mom who was like MY baby will NOT be sucking a bottle after 12 months. But I also thought I’d wean at 12 months, so now I know that I don’t know anything. Parenthood. So now that I’m down off my high horse, I’ve purchased literally 10 different cups, and he hates all of them. Boo. And I’m struggling with the pumping at this point, though, because it takes so much effort and I’m getting so little milk. Double boo.
Also, possibly TMI here, but I think my menstrual cycle may be coming back after 2 full years, which isn’t helping the milk dilemma. I had some light spotting for about 3 days, so we will see… My hubby is really wanting another baby, but with my history of PCOS, who knows how that will turn out? I’m cautiously optimistic because of how quickly Jake was conceived, but I’m not getting overly invested in the idea of another child just yet. I don’t think I’m quite ready yet, anyway.
It has been 15 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days since my son made his triumphant journey from womb to world. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was the beginning of my journey as well. Motherhood is a precious gift, but an awesome responsibility as well. More often than not, I am floundering along, praying that, by the grace of God, my son will turn out alright – perhaps in spite of me rather than because of me. Sometimes, I am certain that I’m doing everything all wrong. Sometimes, I am so focused on my shortcomings as a mother that I forget the beauty of the everyday moments. But motherhood is a journey, not a destination.
Here’s to the moms, and here’s to the journey. Happy Mother’s Day.