Breastfeeding for me has always
been a nice to do but not have to do, with my eldest I made it to 4 months and
then we found out he was lactose intolerant, with my second I made it to 3
months because my milk dried up to nothing from stress.
Then I fell pregnant with Jesse
and in the back of my mind I did have a glimmer of hope that this time may be
different, it was not a have to but it would be nice I thought.
Jesse came along and from his
first feed he was an absolute boob addict, he nursed constantly there were days
when I could never put him down because it was all he wanted to do. It took forever to get him to take a bottle
and even then he refused it from me… but I loved it, I loved our time together
I loved that I had succeeded where I had failed before it was just a beautiful
experience.
Jesse is now 2 and a half and I
am desperately… DESPERATELY trying to get him off the boob but nothing is
working, I have managed day weaning during the week, but on weekends and at
bedtime it’s a nightmare!!!!
If I say no he sobs and holds his
breath if I redirect it does sometimes work but for the most part he finds his
way back in a short amount of time. I
love that we have gotten to this point and I am so proud but enough already, I
get the grille every time he latches and I find myself getting frustrated and
upset when it isn’t even the poor monkeys fault, he wants comfort and the boob
is his version of a dummy, but it is seriously getting to a breaking point on
my side because I know I am no longer a food source, hell there’s hardly
anything left in there as it is and I would like my boobs back now please, before there is nothing left but as my friend puts it downwards tortilla chips!
Does it get easier is there
anything that worked for you
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