...for my not-so-beloved breastpump because the weaning process has finally begun! I'm practically salivating over the thought of not having to pump at work and banishing my cotton breast pads to the back of the drawer. I have successfully (so far) eliminated the one night feeding that Boden was hanging onto (or maybe I was)--he slept like a rock when he was sick last week and didn't wake up between 9 and 11 so, I of course, didn't rouse him to nurse. Now that he's all better, he's back to waking up at that time (seriously, the boy must set an alarm) he lets out a lonely cry (that breaks my heart) and then flops around in his crib and goes back to sleep until morning.
At times, I get all tough-lovey when Boden resorts back to his biting habits at our before-bed nursing and I come storming out of the room with tears of frustration and despair and lay down the law for Todd with empty threats: "That's it--I'm done with this! Cold turkey. I am done nursing, dammit!" Like a good coach, Todd is 100% supportive, "You made it a year, babe, good job. Good plan--cold turkey--you're done. High five." Then, when my little boy lets out his wail in the morning and wants to sleepily snuggle with his momma in the morning and nurse, I forget all about my proclamation of independence less than 12 hours ago...ugh. Todd will mumble something about "thought you were going cold turkey" and I say something like, "well, I'm fine with nursing him in the morning and before bed--I just don't want to pump anymore". Mmm Hmmm. Todd always said I was going to be the push-over parent.
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