What Should I Do About Ollie and My Boobs?

Filed Under: Life

I just checked my email – after a day spent away from the computer and spent instead on the Little Big Planet demo – and I was met with an email asking if I’d like to go to this thing in October.

A thing that will require me to fly…something I abhor after spending 22 hours in the Atlanta airport. Add to that the fun, fun time of taking Ollie with me. By myself. On that plane. And you now have the perfect storm of freak outs [Me. Not him.].

I told Tucker about the email and Tucker offered to keep the kids so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it. It being flying with a toddler by myself and then the childcare and everything that goes with flying by yourself to a place where you know NO ONE.

Well, that’s great [and I appreciate him offering] but Ollie’s not weaned yet and I really had no plans on weaning him anytime soon. I don’t plan on breastfeeding him until he’s in college or anything, but weaning him to go on a business trip seems…selfish?

Tucker pointed out that in some people’s minds, as soon as the kid can eat solid food, you wean them. For other people, it’s the one year mark and then they get weaned.

I told him that I understood all of that but that I didn’t know if I was ready.

Cause let’s be honest, it’s about me for the most part. [Selfish #2]

I know that he’s still benefiting from breastfeeding. The WHO recommends breastfeeding until two. He enjoys breastfeeding and still actively nurses particularly in the mornings and right before bed.

So I’m left wondering if I should take him with me or do I spend a day away [potentially two] and then worry about him weaning while I’m gone? Not to mention my little mental movie of him screaming because Tucker doesn’t have lactating boobs. And then there’s the fact that the first night that I spent away from Cara was when I had Ollie so it almost feels like I’m shortchanging Ollie by leaving him.

And now that I’ve written all of this, I feel damn stupid because it’s just obvious that I should take him with me.



I’m at a bit of a loss now as to what I should do.

Suggestions? Ideas? Please don’t be nasty because any nasty things that you would write…well, I’ve probably already said them to myself and redundancy is just a waste of time.