This isn’t going to be a growth/milestone post, I promise. I’m saving that for 18 months. Instead, I’m talking breastfeeding. 🎉
Today marks 14 months that Juli has literally been sucking the life out of me. For a while, it would leave me exhausted. At this point, I think I’m much better adjusted, but her need to nurse throughout the night is what keeps me up.
When I first started nursing Juli, the goal was to make it to 10 months. That’s as far as I got with the other two, and I wanted everyone to be equal. We went on our cruise around that time (which is also how I weaned the other two) and expected to just be done at that point.
Except instead of quitting, I set a new goal. Twelve months. Welp, we hit that with zero issues. Where as with Veronica and Adri, nursing had become a huge chore for me, a year in, and I still didn’t seem to mind it with Juli. Even now, at 14 months, it isn’t terrible. In fact, some times it can be convenient. We’ve even moved past biting.
I never have to remember to pack a bottle, although I do try to always have a sippy cup on hand. And if Ju randomly starts to flip out, I can just pop a boob in her mouth and it seems like all is well in the world.
Except for when it isn’t. And she turns into a boob monster. Although I have no desire to fully wean her yet, I have been trying to cut back on nursings. We’re still probably at four or five a day, which just seems crazy to me. Being the baby of the family, Juli is pretty spoiled. So when she wants a boob, she wants it now.
We’ve gotten to the point where she’ll throw herself on the floor or claw at my shirt, when I refuse. Usually, I give in, but there’s no way we’ll be able to cut back if I keep doing that. I would eventually like to get back to uninterrupted sleep at night, so eventually, something is going to have to give. Wish me luck with the angry boob monster.