He's ONLY eighteen months old.
Do you see a problem with this?
My heart is screaming,
"He's not ready!"
"I'm not ready!"
"We're not ready!"
He's been a champion nurser. At ten pounds fourteen ounces, he was hungry from the moment he was born. I figured he would nurse 'til he was seven or eight... OK! Maybe two or three, but still!
He's only a baby! I guess I'm just sad that this stage is over. I'm disappointed he needs me that much less. I'm weepy at the thought of him moving past this milestone.
We were a team.
How would you like it if half of your team just stopped doing their part? Huh?
Imagine... You wake up one morning, go to nurse your son and he's suddenly forgotten everything he learned in the Suckling Instincts 101 class-womb.
How do you forget how to eat?
How could this happen?
Has anyone heard of this happening?
I mean, I can understand if you forget how to STOP eating! I have to take refresher courses on this all the time. But I always remember how to start again.
He was my nursing pro. He had countless hours of experience. And he literally woke up one day and had forgotten how to do it properly. I don't know what he's doing wrong but I do know it hurts like the dickens. Oh, and it sounds a lot like a sump-pump with a blown gasket.
I made that up.
I don't even know if sump-pumps have gaskets.
Let alone what sound they make.
I think I'll be okay. We'll move on. I'll rock him to sleep just to snatch some cuddle time. He'll nuzzle his little nose in my shirt and smile sleepily up at me. He's healthy, whole and beautiful.
I'm leaking again.
Mostly because he won't ever remember what this time of our lives was like. He won't remember 'nye-nye' with 'ma-ma'.
But I will.
A Puddle in NE