Friday, June 28, 2013

A bittersweet ending

This week has marked our final days of a 27 month relationship.  Coleman is no longer nursing...at all.  I have been going back and forth with 'cutting him off' but also didn't see a huge reason to until he was ready. To be honest, I was hoping he would self wean and just stop asking one day.  It didn't happen quite like that but it wasn't a struggle either because I didn't force it on my time frame.

He has been less and less demanding about it in the last few weeks. Only nursed for a short time before being more interested in the bedtime story.

This week he had a cold that caused him to be so congested he couldn't nurse because he couldn't breathe through his nose. He gave up (and I didn't stop him)  the next night he didn't even ask, then the third and fourth nights he asked and tried but immediately said 'all gone?"  I just said, "yep, milk is all gone now."  I let him try...i figure he would give it up when he didn't get it. and he did. He happily turned back to the book and forgot all about it.

I am sad we are done. I never thought it would last as long as we did. Caden only nursed for 10.5 months when I stopped producing enough milk.  Coleman had always been a better nursling than his brother.  I made it to 1 year and thought..lets shoot for 1.5...we made it there and I thought lets shoot for 2. Believe me there were times i was "this close" to cutting him off but we made it past that hump (mostly his behavior surrounding it)  During his little health scare back in February (yet, another post I haven't written) I wanted to let him have it as long as he needed it.
thanks for the privacy Froggy
look at all the nurishment....chunk! (3 months)
I don't know if there is a third baby in our future or not but if there is I hope that  can have the same bond with that baby.  I know I gave him everything he needs in so many ways by allowing him to decide when to stop nursing.  He still craves to be on my skin and will lay his head on my chest or put his hands under my shirt on my back or tummy when he is really sad or tired.  Someday, that too, will be something he grows out of and I will miss it.

Growing up too fast!!!

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