A late post- Late because for many days I wasn’t sure if it was over.
I thought I would give in and like always we’d start all over again; but it didn’t happen. He kept coming back to me, pleading, asking if I was okay and if I could offer him his favourite aadudu( his word for breast/breastmilk)
It broke my heart each time, but I denied because it was getting tough for me to continue our breastfeeding journey, tougher than it was to control myself from starting again, giving in to those yearning eyes.
29th January 2019 was the last day he nursed, Just when he completed 34 months of breastfeeding.
I started conditioning him long back (can’t recall) but it’s been many months. He would talk to aadudu, sing songs and say things like “I’m so happy to see aadudu”, “ye mera aadudu hai”, “I love you aadudu”.
I asked him that soon aadudu will stop as he was growing up and that he must thank aadudu for nurturing him, for making him a strong and big boy from a tiny, feeble baby that he was. He would say “aadudu thank You, aapne mujhe chhotu baby se big boy banaya”. On asking “baby when will you stop having aadudu”? He would promptly reply- “Tomorrow”, a tomorrow that never came! A tomorrow that came months later!
I have a heavy heart as I write this, but I know I did my best.
We ‘ve come a long way and we loved our nursing sessions, despite the occasional bouts of frustrations because sometimes you feel that that’s the only thing you do through the day, sometimes the back does ache from being in a certain position for long.
Weaning needs a lot of strength and determination and that is why it took me so long. I just did not have the heart to do it. With cracked nipples and toddler reaching 3, I realised that it was the best time to do it.
Sharing my weaning journey and few tips for moms who are nursing older toddlers or older kids.
How I weaned my 34 months old child from breastmilk?
There is nothing that will help as much as talking to your child will. At almost 3 yrs I could easily to talk things out to him, he however had difficulty falling asleep without nursing.
He knew he was a big boy with teeth, a big boy who could chew on to yummy food and didn’t need breastmilk, but somehow wasn’t ready. Finally I resorted to putting band-aid on my sore nipples and told him I was hurt.
This continued for weeks and he stopped asking for it. Some stories, lots of cuddles helped us get through this phase.