We've been working on night weaning for the last two weeks which has been going really well thanks to Woody's help. She just doesn't seem to give him the same grief that she gives me. She's only been asking to nurse every morning, after bath and before bed with the occasional boredom request thrown in. I was able to distract her most of the time from all but the morning, bath and bedtime nursing sessions but I even tried to distract her from those and make them shorter.
Many of you remember that I suffered from congestive heart failure after I had Lauren. One of the things they recommended at the time is that I get a cardiac stress test every two years. So I scheduled that last month and yesterday was the day. I didn't know that they were going to inject radioactive material into me. The Dr. told me that I absolutely was not to nurse for at least 3 days and to pump and dump in addition to not holding the kids for long periods of time. I figured if we are going to suffer through that, we may as well go ahead and call an end to it for good. I seriously considered checking into a hotel for a few days just to stay out of her line of sight thinking that whole "out of sight out of mind" theory may work, but Woody needs to work and I wouldn't want to just abandon him like that.
So with the decision made, we all made a big deal about Lauren being a big girl and we explained that num nums could make her sick and Dr. said no more num nums. She seems to understand. She's asked a few times but didn't throw the expected fits when I said no. We took her to the store and let her pick out some "special big girl snacks" and "her own big girl juice boxes" that she can have instead of num nums.
So, the time has come. I am finally going to stop nursing after almost 4 solid years of it. It's a bit bittersweet. I really have mixed feelings about this. Happy because I will finally get my body back and possibly be able to get some decent sleep, but a little sad too. I mean, nursing is the most intimate thing you can do with your child. It's so special and it's been such a huge part of our lives. Seeing her little starfish hand on my chest while she drifted off to sleep nursing on Wednesday is burned into my mind. It's just so sweet and natural.
I won't know the results of the test until next month but they didn't check me into the hospital so I'm assuming it's ok. Any tips about the sore boobage? I couldn't even sleep on my stomach last night because I'm so swollen. She'd been mostly nursing on the left side so I'm SUPER lopsided today too. This is not so fun at all.
Lauren is doing ok with it. She pitched a big fit at 2 so we were up until 3 with her but she finally gave up. She was begging for num nums this morning and really whiny but I managed to distract her and got some breakfast into her. I really didn't intend to do it like this. She's so pitiful with her "momma, I want num nums". I mean, you've seen the pictures of her. You know she has those big brown eyes and let me tell you, she knows how to use them to give the sad puppy dog eyes. It's quite possibly the most pitiful thing ever.
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