Finally weaning but I’m breaking inside. What are your stories?
This is currently us. Taking a nap at noon because they woke up early at 6 am (they usually wake up around 10 am lol) since my baby didn’t want to go back to sleep without the boobie. He won’t take any bottle. I showed them videos of babies until they fell asleep. I feel guilty already for the videos even though nothing else would get him to sleep. I feel like I will never have enough memories of them.
My husband and I decided to finally and officially wean our 1 1/2 year old from breastfeeding. We had tried before but he would spend up to two hours crying nonstop so we’d give in. This past weekend, I was having some tummy issues and breastfeeding made me feel worse as it made me more dehydrated and hungry.
My husband has been amazing stepping up and trying to sleep him (and actually him sleeping) these past two nights while I stay in the living room. Now he’s back at work during the day and my baby wanted some milk. It’s so hard denying it. I feel like I’m breaking his trust and little heart.
My other toddler is 3 and she is holding up like a champ. He wakes up crying big time about 2-3 times at night after and she stays asleep (she refuses to go with mommy and wants daddy). She’s being so patient and kind. I remember this stage with her. I got the flu and was 2 months pregnant so we decided to wean her at 1 yr and a month old. We also showed her videos to sleep her and y’all don’t know how much guilt that brings me. I feel like a nanny and not her mom that should deal with her completely. But I guess times were different and I wasn’t the same. I feel like I betrayed her when weaning her but I knew it was necessary. At the time, my emotions seems so cynical but I guess I was trying to be focused on the plan of weaning.
My boobs are so engorged that it hurt to move. I’m so nostalgic right now. My babies are getting older. I feel like I wasted their time as babies even though I was with them most of the time. I feel regretful for feeling frustrated when it got hard, especially when my youngest arrived and we were all getting used to it. I lost it so many times (up to the point of yelling at them). I feel oh so guilty. I’ve worked on it because I’m ashamed of it and needed to stop. I’ve became more patient I feel but of course, they’re easier now so it’s not the same.
I feel like I didn’t appreciate my babies like I should have. I feel so vulnerable and weak for feeling so sad about this because I have no idea how to help myself. They’re my biggest blessing ever but I feel like I complained internally too much earlier on in their lives. I’m acting like they’re 20 already but seriously, it’s so heartbreaking already. I can’t imagine how it’ll be as they grow up more and start school (which is not too far). Ugh man. I’m a sucker at this.
How did it go for y’all? I want some consolation