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Monday, November 2, 2009
Day 3 & 4 of Weaning
Saturday:
Switching to day weaning was definitely a good idea. Saturday, we were out and about so much that Tar didn't even care to nurse. From the beach to trick or treating at a local strip mall (cheezy, I know...lol), he was kept very occupied with the day's events. That night he was exhausted. He nursed and quickly fell asleep. He stayed sleeping for a few hours and then it was back to the usually waking up every 2 to 2 1/2 hours or so. Thank goodness for the time switch. I got an extra hour to sleep in. Tar's internal clock woke him up promptly on his usual schedule, but having an older child is a blessing. Tiger is a gem of an older brother and he entertained him and got him snacks until I finally dragged myself out of bed.
Sunday:
After dragging myself out of bed, I got breakfast on the table and then it was time to get ready for church. We go to the 10:15am service that usually ends around 12pm - 12:15ish. Service was da domb, as usual! We went home, I got the kiddos fed and then it was nap time for Tar. It was about 1:30pm by this time. I contemplated on whether or not I should nurse him for nap time and decided I would, but that would be the last one until bedtime that night.
About 45 minutes into napping he woke up fussing. He was clearly still tired and wanted to be nursed back to sleep. I put on my game face and went to get him to rock him back to sleep. He wasn't having it. He started with the whimpering, that quickly turned into screaming that eventually ended in him starting to choke on his tears. I realized he was not going to go back to sleep so I decided the important thing to do was to calm him down. We went out on the porch that over looks a little pond and fountain. He loves looking over the pond and within a few minutes he had calmed down.
I explained to him that nursing was only going to be for "night, night". We talked about how Daddy and bro-bro don't nurse because they are big boys. He listened quietly and I wondered if he understood what I told him. I gave him hug and held him close. After a little while he broke from my grip and said "Night, night? Okay Mama. No daddy? No bow-bow?" The look on his face nearly broke my heart. Not to mention his face was puffy and red from all the crying he had been doing. It seriously made me want to cry. Partly, because I don't like seeing him like this and partly because I'm battling the feelings that he's growing up and I won't get to nurse him for very much longer. I know some will wonder why I'm doing it, if I don't have too, especially since I believe in self weaning. Again, I really think his lack of sleep and mine for that matter is a serious enough reason to go against my sentiment. I told him he was a good boy and then we went in. A few times that afternoon he asked to be nursed and I told him "Night, Night," and then he would pause for a moment and start doing something else. He didn't fuss or fight about it, which really surprised me. I took the boys to the park for a few hours and by the time we got home it was time for bathing, dinner and then bed. All in all I thought we made some small but necessary steps.
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Sha~Dou!
Switching to day weaning was definitely a good idea. Saturday, we were out and about so much that Tar didn't even care to nurse. From the beach to trick or treating at a local strip mall (cheezy, I know...lol), he was kept very occupied with the day's events. That night he was exhausted. He nursed and quickly fell asleep. He stayed sleeping for a few hours and then it was back to the usually waking up every 2 to 2 1/2 hours or so. Thank goodness for the time switch. I got an extra hour to sleep in. Tar's internal clock woke him up promptly on his usual schedule, but having an older child is a blessing. Tiger is a gem of an older brother and he entertained him and got him snacks until I finally dragged myself out of bed.
Sunday:
After dragging myself out of bed, I got breakfast on the table and then it was time to get ready for church. We go to the 10:15am service that usually ends around 12pm - 12:15ish. Service was da domb, as usual! We went home, I got the kiddos fed and then it was nap time for Tar. It was about 1:30pm by this time. I contemplated on whether or not I should nurse him for nap time and decided I would, but that would be the last one until bedtime that night.
About 45 minutes into napping he woke up fussing. He was clearly still tired and wanted to be nursed back to sleep. I put on my game face and went to get him to rock him back to sleep. He wasn't having it. He started with the whimpering, that quickly turned into screaming that eventually ended in him starting to choke on his tears. I realized he was not going to go back to sleep so I decided the important thing to do was to calm him down. We went out on the porch that over looks a little pond and fountain. He loves looking over the pond and within a few minutes he had calmed down.
I explained to him that nursing was only going to be for "night, night". We talked about how Daddy and bro-bro don't nurse because they are big boys. He listened quietly and I wondered if he understood what I told him. I gave him hug and held him close. After a little while he broke from my grip and said "Night, night? Okay Mama. No daddy? No bow-bow?" The look on his face nearly broke my heart. Not to mention his face was puffy and red from all the crying he had been doing. It seriously made me want to cry. Partly, because I don't like seeing him like this and partly because I'm battling the feelings that he's growing up and I won't get to nurse him for very much longer. I know some will wonder why I'm doing it, if I don't have too, especially since I believe in self weaning. Again, I really think his lack of sleep and mine for that matter is a serious enough reason to go against my sentiment. I told him he was a good boy and then we went in. A few times that afternoon he asked to be nursed and I told him "Night, Night," and then he would pause for a moment and start doing something else. He didn't fuss or fight about it, which really surprised me. I took the boys to the park for a few hours and by the time we got home it was time for bathing, dinner and then bed. All in all I thought we made some small but necessary steps.
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2 comments:
Awww... I know that red, puffy, tear-soaked face. I see one around here from time to time!
Sounds like you're really doing a great job! I love how you're in tune with his needs and are willing to give where you need to on this journey to help him. I pray that each day gets easier and that soon, being up all night will be a thing of the past!
Weaning is sooooo hard on mom as well. Hang in there. It will get easier for both of you although reading this I still miss the special bond of breastfeeding.