If you love something, set if free
if it comes back to you, it's yours, if not, it never was. Remember those cheesy posters in the 70's sporting this quote and a photo of birds or some other symbol of freedom? Well, I've learned the painful truth of those propehtic words.
In the last month, I weaned C-rina and H-nry. I thought I might be an "extended nurser", or EN as it's known on the www. I just thought I might want to hang onto my babies for as long as possible, since there will be no more of them, barring a miracle (read: winning the lotto). And while I do hate seeing their babyhood slip away, continuing to nurse wasn't getting it for me. I was just tired of it and H-nry was using his many teeth for ill-advised chomping at the boob. I had figured that it would be really hard to wean H-nry, as he had been a diehard nurser, refusing the bottle and all. And when I cut out the after-work nursing session, he really did hate me for it. He would just look at me and cry, like "why are you betraying me like this?" But after a few days, he was over it. All of his short life he had been the biggest mama's boy, and as I said, a nursing fanatic. I sometimes worried he only loved me for the boob, but I convinced myself that it was more than that. Well, it wasn't. Now that he's weaned, he's his own man. No more hours of snuggling, which I now realize was just his way of buttering me up for a gratuitous nursing session (or two). He's on the go and got no use for his old ma. It hurts to know that he only loved me for the milk, and that he was using me all those months. What a crafty little bastard. Oh well, at least the co-dependence has been unmasked and we've both moved on. C-rina, being a more honest baby, never used me for milk and now is my snuggly mama's baby, for better or worse.
In the last month, I weaned C-rina and H-nry. I thought I might be an "extended nurser", or EN as it's known on the www. I just thought I might want to hang onto my babies for as long as possible, since there will be no more of them, barring a miracle (read: winning the lotto). And while I do hate seeing their babyhood slip away, continuing to nurse wasn't getting it for me. I was just tired of it and H-nry was using his many teeth for ill-advised chomping at the boob. I had figured that it would be really hard to wean H-nry, as he had been a diehard nurser, refusing the bottle and all. And when I cut out the after-work nursing session, he really did hate me for it. He would just look at me and cry, like "why are you betraying me like this?" But after a few days, he was over it. All of his short life he had been the biggest mama's boy, and as I said, a nursing fanatic. I sometimes worried he only loved me for the boob, but I convinced myself that it was more than that. Well, it wasn't. Now that he's weaned, he's his own man. No more hours of snuggling, which I now realize was just his way of buttering me up for a gratuitous nursing session (or two). He's on the go and got no use for his old ma. It hurts to know that he only loved me for the milk, and that he was using me all those months. What a crafty little bastard. Oh well, at least the co-dependence has been unmasked and we've both moved on. C-rina, being a more honest baby, never used me for milk and now is my snuggly mama's baby, for better or worse.
posted by mama at 11:37 AM
1 Comments:
Hey, cool. I just weaned my baby, too. I'm not sure if you are an over-populator or an over-populator hater, in which case you would hate me, because, I waaaaayyyyy over populated-- being six kid's mom and everything. But heck! we have parties every day. It's like one never-ending sleepover- or putting in the hubs terms "A birthday party where the kids never go home."
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