You know that phenomenon when you pick up a new subject, like for example… knitting, and then suddenly, everywhere you look, it’s knitting, knitting, knitting, everywhere?
Hi, have we met? I’m Naomi and I’m in the process of weaning my twenty month-old toddler.
(knit1 purl1 repeat)
What a timely topic for me this week? I didn’t even need to read the article. One look at the oversexualized, overnurturized cover was all it took to make my breasts ache and my blood boil all at the same time.
…knit knit knit…
I’ve had a lot of conflicted feelings about weaning, especially since I got home from my trip.
Perhaps because I thought the worst of it would be over by now, and the last 3 days have been way more challenging than I expected.
I STILL have not given in but I can tell you that the fight is not over, considering the strangely hard boulders attached to my pectoralis major. There have been numerous times when I was ready to throw in the towel and start again. The reasoning and thoughts going through my head (often at irrational times of the night and peppered by a screaming, crying baby) are as follows:
Truth be told, I’m getting amazing support from my fellow mom friends, both those who have and have not breastfed. I feel lucky in that respect and don’t feel the slightest bit threatened by the Mommy Wars. I more feel sad for my own loss, since this will likely be my last breastfeeding baby. Or likely was my last breastfeeding baby. Sigh.
Anyone wean and then go back to feeding? Anyone have sadness post weaning and question if they were doing the right thing?
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