Penny turned one on Saturday, which means I have breastfed her for a year. And I’m ready to be done now. More than ready. Jumping up and down ready. Plotting how I’m going to burn my nursing bras ready. Planning a shopping trip to buy new bras that might actually put the girls back up where they belong ready. Okay, not enough underwire in the world, but I’ll settle for closer to my clavicle than my navel. (There’s a store called The Wizard of Bras I want to go to. If only because that is the best name ever for a store.) Really wishing I could go on a week long vacation and leave her to wean the hard way ready. I’m over it.
I breastfed Sammy for 13 months and Ella for 14 months. Had you asked me a few months ago, I would have said I might go 15 months with Penny. Today, I’m wishing for 12 months, 0 days. I am not enjoying it anymore at all. It takes up too much time. The older girls have learned Mommy can’t supervise very well when Penny’s eating and they’re really overstepping their boundaries during the five feedings a day. And Penny is not acting like she has any inclination to stop. She will not skip even one feeding, regardless of what we’re doing. She may be distracted enough to not feed on time, but she insists on five feedings every day. I’m worn out. On top of that, she’s teething and I’m her favorite teething ring. Ouch. So I’m done.
I’m going to use the same tactic I did with the other two. Drop one feeding a week and replace it with a cup of whole milk until she’s weaned. It worked well with the other two. I didn’t have crying or complaining. And it worked well for me too. No painful engorgement or blocked ducts to deal with. I may step it up to every five days because I’m so over it.
I even have the experience of the baby who won’t drink milk. Ella still doesn’t drink any milk. I learned some kids don’t. They eat cheese, yogurt, and take calcium supplements and it’s all good.
So, hopefully by mid-January Penny will be weaned and I keep my shirt down all day long. My tummy will like that. It gets cold.