Not that kind.. this kind…
I’m attempting to wean V. Again. Because nursing a toddler? Is like being attacked by a pack of wolves.
A few weeks ago, breastfeeding became an integral part of her louder and more demanding tantrums. They now include her chasing me around screaming “Boob!” “Boob!” It’s time for mama to have her body back.
Weaning is such a tricky business. There are the “child led weaning” advocates, the “What? She’s still breastfeeding?” people, and then there’s me. V is my last baby. My sweetest pudding. I have been ambivalent about cutting her off because that will require me to face up to the fact that she’s not a baby any longer. She’s a full-fledged-mini-Mussolini-with pretty blond hair.
A screamer, biter, kicker, firecracker, who took the place of my mild-mannered cheerful sprout.
She and I have come all this long way together. And who doesn’t appreciate the worshipful attention and nutrients served up at one’s own body store? But then the time comes and you have to say goodbye…. to this phase… It’s not going to be easy.
***Meanwhile, thanks to the nice peeps over at MomJunction for linking to CrankMama all week. Give them some love and go check them out!