I think my son just weaned himself. While it’ll be nice to have my body back, I’m not really sure how I feel about this. I feel a little bit of a loss.
I know he still needs me for many things. But I’ll miss those morning snuggles where he eats and falls back asleep curled against me.
Crap. I wasn’t going to cry. And now I am.
I think I need to go bury my nose in baby neck.
It is indeed a bittersweet moment. My first two had to be blasted off the breast at 15 months…the last one weaned himself at 10 months. My husband had to finally point out “Jen, he is clearly not interested anymore, he’s looking around the room more than he’s nursing.” This last child has turned out to be our very best eater, extremely adventurous with food, so maybe there’s a correlation between early weaners and excellent eaters. That would be a silver lining for you, perhaps.
He was adventurous for a while. And right now he’s settling into being VERY opinionated. He must examine EVERYTHING before it goes into his mouth.
I’m hoping he’ll go back to trying more foods again.
And I’m also hoping he’ll still snuggle once in a while. *sigh*
He DID?! Just like that? I’m going to have to pry this one off me.
He stopped nursing on one side, and then eventually I just couldn’t get him to latch on in the mornings. I hadn’t tried any other times of the day, because we were down to once a day already. So yeah, we’re now on sippy cups with milk in them. I still get to hold him a bit while he drinks. He mostly refuses to hold the cup (it’s bottle-like) himself, even though he knows how.
I miss it a bit, yet I don’t. I miss the closeness, but it was getting to be more of a chore than anything else.