The end of N’s nursing journey
N will turn 2 in a fortnight and as of tonight, he hasn’t nursed for more than 6×24 hours. I guess this is the end to our nursing journey. I never imagined that we will make it this long. I never imagined myself having a toddler who’s attached to my boobs. However I’m so grateful for the time we spent together. Our nursing time was one of my favourite time during the day as that’s probably the only time he would stay still.
I wasn’t a mom with plenty of supply. I didn’t pump religiously to build up my supply but thankfully it was sufficient for N. As a first time mom, I’m amazed at how my body works to nourish your kid. Not only to fill him up, but to give him comfort. God is truly magnificent for creating this system. But any good thing must come to an end to make way for a better future.
In the last 1,5 months, I started feeling uncomfortable nursing N with this growing tummy and N growing 4 teeth all at once. Last night when N said, “Mami, mibo mibo” Phodi asked me if I want to do it one last time. I answered firmly with a ‘no’ yet deep inside I was having a conversation with myself. This is what I’ve been trying to achieve and now that I’ve had it, I kinda miss it too! But no more nursing, thank you.
I was sure that N will be fine without nursing. He falls asleep by himself most of time and we were separated for a week anyway. Nursing was more like a “check in” that mami is there for me. I noticed that if I spent less time with him during the day, he’d be attached to boobs before sleeping. So I tried to spend as much time with him during the day. Then his demand was becoming less, from twice a day to once. At one point it was once every 2 days. I decided to let him nurse when he asked because I know he’s fighting his urge as well. He won’t ask to nurse if he’s in a good state.
Somehow N has an understanding that only babies nurse and he’s already a big brother. We’ve been teaching him on how to calm a crying baby and he got that. One day I pretended to cry (it’s the baby!) when he asked to nurse. Suddenly he calmly patted my tummy and said, “Baby, puk puk…” no tears, no drama, no more asking. The next days and up until today, he will say ‘mibo’ as a game. I have to pretend crying and he’ll gently pat my tummy. The cutest and loveliest thing ever!! I pray that he will really be a loving big brother.
His last day of nursing was 7 July 2016 and he nursed twice that day after more than 48 hours. I remember telling Phodi that N’s still a baby after all. So for N to stop nursing by himself is a surprised. I guess it’s true that they will stop when they’re ready. Same goes to baby and food.. everything will happen at the right time. As for me, I’m so grateful that I/my boobs can rest for a good 3,5 months now. Hahaha. Thank you boobs for being awesome!
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