I thought I'd update you on my weaning attempts. How's the weaning going? Simple answer, it's not!! Jack is not at all impressed and instead of graciously accepting that I have breastfed him for 20 months, he has decided to rebel against any attempts to stop and has upped the ante!
The first night was fine. He woke up three times and screamed the house down but each time I gave him a few sips of water and eventually he went back to sleep whilst holding my hair which has become somewhat of a security blanket for him at the moment. (I dread how I'm going to wean him off that particular habit!!)
Night two Jack really went for it. He resisted all attempts to prevent breastfeeding and eventually I foolishly gave in just so that I could get some sleep.
On the third night my wonderful hubby, aka Grumpy Old Man, had organised a surprise birthday party for me. He had invited all my family around after telling me he was taking me out for a meal and that my mum was coming to babysit (in order to get me all dressed up!). I was thrilled when people started arriving and couldn't believe he had organised it all by himself. (Although he later confessed my mum had a part to play in it all!).
Anyway, needless to say it was a very late night, again the weaning didn't go well and I gave in to the screaming bundle of frustration (Jack, not hubby!) at least twice...
And so to last night...
Well, last night was no better and as far as I can recall I breastfed Jack three times!
Admittedly I now realise it's time for strict self-discipline. I really do want to get Jack weaned but I find it hard to avoid giving in to him when he gets distressed, pulls at my clothes and pleads with me in his sweet little baby voice, "Mama Dooce" (Mama Juice!!).
Maybe I need to take a long lonesome holiday far away from that little voice - that would certainly do the trick! :)
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