I confess that I never read any "mommy books" or "how to books" that weren't a college requirement for my teaching credential.
*breathe, girls breathe*
I didn't take any kind of "birthing" classes either. NOT. A. SINGLE. ONE!!!
Not because I didn't care, not because I didn't have the time... I just decided that I didn't want to know all the things that "could go, might go" wrong. Having listened to the doctors for the first 33 weeks of my first pregnancy, never thinking Kyle would be born... nor believing that his brothers would be possible... I could imagine enough trouble without the books including any other possible scenarios.
It worked for me... but I'm not about to tell another mom to do it "like that."
I was reading a mother's blog today on needing to ween her baby... and I thought I'd share my story of how I did it... because it worked SO WELL.
The boys are all about 14 months apart in age and I nursed all of them for about a year. Weening the first three was more matter of being in the third trimester of the next pregnancy than anything I did or didn't do. But then Caden had his first birthday and I remember thinking, "This is my last baby, and every "last" for him... will really be "the last for us."
I remember telling Tony about my mental check list: binkies... diapers... strollers... car seats.
He asked, "what about nursing?"
ummm... yeah, there's that too. ** What's HE thinking??**
Flash forward a few weeks...
We got invited by our friends to go to Hawaii for a week... with no kids.
Tony made all the arrangements, including having my sister agree to weening the baby while we were gone...
YEP... I kid you not.
I left all 4 babies... with my amazing sister... who spoiled the bajeebers out of them (with her 7 - year old twins as her helpers) for an entire week. I only agreed to it because Tony REALLY wanted/needed the time, and I figured it was finally time. Caden has always been a pretty easy kid... and didn't give her too much trouble (so she said... probably because I was having major guilt issues).
So... that's how my baby got weened... sorta
(Until, we got home... and I thought I was going to POP... and so he had a little smackeral of some, some. And darn Tony's hide... he just had to go and tell my sister... who was not too happy with me "after she'd gone and done all that work weening him for me.")
Family... I tell ya.
8 years ago