Magic boobies
Yesterday Kate and I were out and about for quite a long time in the afternoon and into the evening. We didn’t get home to eat dinner until 7, and by then Kate was hungry and cranky – though it was really nice to see her hungry again, after she barely ate anything last week. She ate some of my chicken, hard boiled egg, and some canned peaches, all of which are foods that she’d been shunning. (The chicken-refusal was a new development, but she has never been fond of hard boiled eggs or canned peaches.)
It was a later evening and at 9:30 she was still running around shrieking with laughter. By that point Den and I were eying her warily, wanting to go to bed ourselves and wondering how the hell we were going to convince her it was bedtime. Finally at 10 I scooped her up and said, “It’s bedtime!” Den snorted, “Yeah, good luck with that. She isn’t going to sleep.” So off I went to her bedroom.
I came out 5 minutes later doing a jiggy dance and said, “I have magic boobs!” She nursed into a trance, I put her in her crib and she rolled right over sleepily. Yet again the boobies save the day.
Can you see why I’m scared about weaning her? They are so handy!
Yup, they are magic! It doesn’t work quite as well, but I have found that cuddling is pretty good for getting my son to sleep too. Mostly, I miss being able to read a book while I nursed him to sleep, though. Also, you could get rid of all the feedings except the before-bed one, and then not worry about weaning the rest of the way for awhile.
I am currently weaning my daughter (well…she is weaning me really…by biting me way too often)…and I am bummed, bummed, bummed. The way I can soothe by just nursing and cuddling has been the BEST part so far with her. My son never nursed like she does…he was a quick eater and then on his way and weaned himself very young…she is a lovey and just melts into me and loves her Mommy time. I am really going to miss it…but those darn teeth are ruining it for both of us and she is on the go now too. I need to burn these memories into my head and just revel in the fact that I got to do this at all.
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Awwww. I totally understand… I wish I could take a mental snapshot of so many of these moments so they would never fade and I could re-live them at will.
I know what you mean! The only way we can get Eliza to let us wash her hair is for me to get in the tub with her, nurse and pour a cup of water over her head while I do it. I’ll have to get way more creative when she weans!