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Initially, I didn't give much thought to weaning Hunter. I figured as long as he was done by his second birthday next May, it was fine with me.
Over the past few weeks, I've been reconsidering this stance. We're already starting to try to get him off of the overnight feedings so we can get him out of our bed and into his. (The co-sleeping arrangement was great when he was very young, because I really didn't have to wake up to feed him, let alone have to get out of bed and go to a different room. Unfortunately, that convenience back then now means more effort and retraining now.)
Then this past weekend, Hunter became a Boob Snob.
[Warning: Potential TMI Ahead]
I've always been a bit mammarily lopsided, and the larger side produces more milk. After nearly a year and a half of being delighted with whatever I offered, Hunter has suddenly decided that he wants nothing to do with the smaller side.
The, um, conversation went something like this:
Hunter makes the sign for nursing and says, "Dat!"
I start to prep the smaller side, which I always try to start nursing sessions with to keep things more even, and he balks.
No, Mom -- not that one!
"Do you want to nurse?"
Of course I do, but not on the lame side!
"Come on, Hunter. It's right here."
He starts pulling at my bra, trying to close it over the exposed breast. He again makes the sign for nursing and says, "Dat!"
"I'm trying to nurse you, Hunter. What's this one, meatloaf?"
I'm not really sure what meatloaf is, but if it's lame, then yes: that one's meatloaf. Gimme the real one!
"Please, sweetie. Just for a little bit so I don't get even more lopsided."
sigh. Oh, alright, Mom.
He attaches. 30 seconds later:
Okay, can I switch to the good one now?
At this point, he actually stands up and climbs over me to position himself to reach The Good One. I capitulated.
Today, although he did latch onto The Lame One, he offset that compliance by pausing, staring at the nipple, grabbing my breast in both hands and squeezing hard enough to send a stream of milk squirting into the air. (It's difficult discouraging such behavior when you're laughing as hard as I was.)
A week ago, I'd have said I wanted to wean Hunter by February.
Today, I'm thinking Tuesday.
*sigh*
Over the past few weeks, I've been reconsidering this stance. We're already starting to try to get him off of the overnight feedings so we can get him out of our bed and into his. (The co-sleeping arrangement was great when he was very young, because I really didn't have to wake up to feed him, let alone have to get out of bed and go to a different room. Unfortunately, that convenience back then now means more effort and retraining now.)
Then this past weekend, Hunter became a Boob Snob.
[Warning: Potential TMI Ahead]
I've always been a bit mammarily lopsided, and the larger side produces more milk. After nearly a year and a half of being delighted with whatever I offered, Hunter has suddenly decided that he wants nothing to do with the smaller side.
The, um, conversation went something like this:
Hunter makes the sign for nursing and says, "Dat!"
I start to prep the smaller side, which I always try to start nursing sessions with to keep things more even, and he balks.
No, Mom -- not that one!
"Do you want to nurse?"
Of course I do, but not on the lame side!
"Come on, Hunter. It's right here."
He starts pulling at my bra, trying to close it over the exposed breast. He again makes the sign for nursing and says, "Dat!"
"I'm trying to nurse you, Hunter. What's this one, meatloaf?"
I'm not really sure what meatloaf is, but if it's lame, then yes: that one's meatloaf. Gimme the real one!
"Please, sweetie. Just for a little bit so I don't get even more lopsided."
sigh. Oh, alright, Mom.
He attaches. 30 seconds later:
Okay, can I switch to the good one now?
At this point, he actually stands up and climbs over me to position himself to reach The Good One. I capitulated.
Today, although he did latch onto The Lame One, he offset that compliance by pausing, staring at the nipple, grabbing my breast in both hands and squeezing hard enough to send a stream of milk squirting into the air. (It's difficult discouraging such behavior when you're laughing as hard as I was.)
A week ago, I'd have said I wanted to wean Hunter by February.
Today, I'm thinking Tuesday.
*sigh*
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