One thing that sucks about me being pregnant right now is the fact that Cara’s not weaned.
She had cut herself down to one real feeding when she woke up and one real feeding right before bed and then she would nurse when she woke up in the middle of the night. In addition to the real feedings, she would graze several times a day for maybe five minutes at a time.
I had planned on fully weaning her before we moved home but now it’s a necessity.
I understand that I don’t have to wean her; people tandem nurse everyday. But, that’s not on my list of things that I want to do. Just like Cara had 100% use of my boobs, so should this one.
Since I gave all of my awesome pregnancy and breastfeeding books away, I’ve been weaning by the seat of my pants. [That sounds really odd.]
I still nurse her when she wakes up in the morning; I’m usually not completely awake yet and it buys me ten minutes of half sleep.
However, during the day when she points to my boobs, I hand her a sippy cup of cow’s milk or water. The first couple of times that I did it she violently shook her head and tried to pull my shirt up. She was just a tad bit pissed off.
After probably two minutes of being pissed, she realized that it was either the sippy cup or nothing. She’s done way better with it than I could have ever guessed.
Now, after a couple of days of offering the sippy cup, she’ll still point to a boob and nod her head. I’ll ask her where her cup is and she’ll look around for it and go get it.
No crying; no tantrum.
I’m actually really OK with this. I just knew that I was going to be a wreck when she was weaned. But, it really is time. Though I’ll miss her breastfeeding acrobatics, I know that in a very short time I’m going to have a newborn who deserves the same treatment as Cara got.
Hopefully I won’t wake up with a tattoo on my boobs that says, “Cara’s Boobs”.