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The End Is Here…

20 Feb

I think this is it.  Three days before 16 months, we are done.  I think Carson is weaned.  We have gone from 4 feedings to none in the past month.  It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it was going to be, there were minimal tears (from him, I mean!).  I thought it would be harder for me than it has been–but it is still sad.

I love, love, LOVE nursing my son.  It has been one of the most amazing things I have been able to give to him.  He has been sick ONCE in 16 months.  I think it is because of breastfeeding.  The fact that we are done is just another red flag that he is not a baby anymore.  I see evidence of this everyday, but when we had our quiet moments nursing it was easy to forget that he is a big boy now.  Shockingly, in combo with the raging pregnancy hormones, I haven’t cried over this.  I did well up, but no tears were shed.

On a bright note, I get to have my boobs to myself for about 5-6 months before I have to do it all again.  I can only hope Gummy Bear Baby is studying up on breastfeeding in utero like Carson did.  He came out a pro, we had no problems.  I hope I can be so lucky again.


Do My Boobs Taste Funny To You??

7 Feb

For the five of you that I didn’t manage to alienate when I talked about my uterus, I’m going to talk about my boobs today.  That should wipe the rest of you out.

Carson and I are working on weaning.  It’s funny–it’s been 15 months and at no point did I consider it hard, or a chore, or work.  I LOVE nursing my son.  So, this weaning thing is very bittersweet for me.  I would like my boobs back for a little bit before I have a newbie sucking on me alllllllllllll day long.  Other than that, though…the thought of being done is making me sad.  It means no more quiet, one-on-one bonding time.  It means my Little Man is just that–no more baby.  It means Gummy Bear Baby is already pushing Carson out, changing his routine.

Well…anyhow…this weaning thing is supposed to go the way I say.  I am trying to take out one feeding at a time, let Carson get used to that before we work on the next feeding.  It is supposed to gradual and non-traumatic.  We have recently been working on going from four feedings a day to three.  Except something has happened in the past few days, something to my boobs–or more specifically–my milk.  Carson seems to get frustrated lately when he is on the boob.  He comes off sooner than usual, whines about it, he may even grab/squeeze my boob in frustration.  From Friday to Sunday, he wouldn’t nurse on my right side.  I can only assume my supply is decreasing or the taste of my milk is changing because of Gummy Bear Baby.  This is NOT how it is supposed to go.  This is supposed to be a smooth transition for Carson.  Gummy Bear Baby is NOT supposed to be pushing Carson out already.

I’m sad for Carson.  I’m nervous that this is just the first thing in an infinite list of things that Gummy Bear will be “ruining” for Carson.  I’m sad for me, that this part of my relationship with my son is coming to an end.  I’m pretty sure it’s only minutes from now that he will be slamming a door in my face and telling me he hates me.

This is all happening so fast!

Bloggy Catchup

5 Oct

Phew, I have not blogged in a looooong time.  Forgive me, my few hoardes of faithful readers.  As I mentioned in my last little blurb, life is crazy busy with an almost-one-year-old.  Speaking of an almost-one-year-old, does any care to tell me where the last year has gone so quickly?  I have no idea, and it boggles my mind.  Here is some of what’s been going on lately:

  • The Boy is on the brink of walking.  Thisclose.  I mean it.  He will do one or two steps on his own, but really only to me.  He will definitely be walking by his first birthday.  And then you may never hear from me again.
  • I hate viruses.  It’s obviously a no-brainer that you would hate something that renders your happy and energetic child totally and utterly motionless, crying, and moaning in your arms.  It was hard to see him like that, my own 20 pound (I hope!  God, this kid is a peanut) little radiator.  But at least you know there is an end in sight.  The havoc that it has wreaked on the sleep cycles of 2 of the 3 people in this house is truly mind boggling.  The Boy, clearly no Dummie, was much happier sleeping on me, with me, over me, under me and through me than he is sleeping alone.  The Dreaded Virus has left questionable nap lengths and every-two-hour- wakeups-at-night in its wake.  While someone who shall remain nameless sleeps soundly, I have been getting up more times than my friends with newborns.  It is brutal.  (Commence your whispering…YES, my 11 month old doesn’t sleep through the night…and YES I still nurse him at night…and YES I know I should “just let him cry”…and YES I never thought I would be the mom with the 11 month old that doesn’t sleep…and YES I am tired…and YES go ahead and be all judgy about me…).  Let me just say that when you are the ONLY one who does the nighttime parenting, trying to get your child to sleep through the night is a very lonely process.  You question your every decision.  When the other half throws up his hands because “he doesn’t want me”, you may think your very head is going to explode off of your shoulders.  It is hard, truly, truly hard.  But, on a bright note…last night I let The Boy cry (my little heart cannot bear more than about 10-15 minutes of it…), and twice he was back to sleep within 5 minutes!  YESSSSSSSSSSS!!  So, last night I only got up twice.  I will not tell you that the second time I brought him to bed with me at4:30 a.m., lest you get all judgy again.
  • This weeks weather is killing me…rain, rain, rain…and oh yeah, RAIN.  How’s a Mama to run in weather like this?  I MUST purchase The BOB weather shield.  Not sure how much The Boy is going enjoy it…but  I haven’t run since Sunday (it’s only Tuesday, I KNOW) and I am crawling out of my skin.  Also, is it bad that that the only thing I think I am going to put on my Christmas list is running gear?  I need winter stuff.  If anyone loves my blog so much, that you would like to buy me a gift to thank me for helping you waste your time/cope with the travails of motherhood/run, please send me a Dick’s gift card.  Or Road Runner Sports.  Or a Garmin Watch.  Yeah.  Any of those would be great.
  • So, we will be easily making it to the year mark with breastfeeding.  I am not sure when we will start working on the weaning process.  I know what The Boy would say if you asked him: “Ummm, like, NEVER?”  This kid LOVES the boob.  Loves, loves, LOVES.  I don’t know how much I can stress this in order for you to fully understand the magnitude of his adoration.  I will tell you this–the other night I fell asleep in the chair nursing him and woke up FORTY MINUTES LATER, when he finally unlatched.  Now, I am no expert but I am pretty sure Lefty doesn’t have forty minutes of milk in her…which means he was just sleeping on the boob because he loves it so much.  I know that I said he doesn’t need birthday presents, but if someone wants to make him a shirt that says “I heart boobs”, he will wear it with pride.  Seriously, I have no idea how I will ever get this child to break up with his first true love.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now folks.  Like I said, there are big things coming up.  Also, I am still going to try to get an 11 month Smilebox together, so I will try to post that, just pretend it is 2 weeks ago when you watch it!

Dear Dairy: A Warning Letter

13 Apr

Dear Dairy,

Please don’t make me do it.  Do not make me break up with you.  Please do not be the reason for my son’s eczema, because I be forced to end our almost 32 year relationship.  I thought things were going so good between us.  But frankly–it’s not me, it’s you.  You, apparently, could be contributing to my Little Man’s super dry and scaly neck, his red knees, his red and bumpy elbows. 

You have one week to shape up.  One week for me to empty out my fridge of all of your delicious goodness.  One more week of the best breakfast ever (cottage cheese, banana nut cheerios, raw almonds, and cinnamon).  One more week of your cheesy goodness.  If Little Man is still eczema-riddled, I will be forced to quit you.  Don’t worry, I will not cheat on you with any of those other “milks”.  You know–rice, almond, soy.  But there will be no break-up sex.  I am telling you right now, you will not be welcomed back into my open bowl, glass, mug, salad, burger for at least another 6 months. 

Heed my warning, Dairy.  This is no idle threat.  I do not want to do it, but I will.  Because Little Man is way more important to me than all your wonderful-ness.  I do not know what I will eat for breakfast.  I do not know what I will do all summer long without you topping my burgers.  But I have been through break-ups before.  And I will be OK. 

I will always love you,


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