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End of an era

1 Sep

I was so excited when I weaned Hannah. She hadn’t been interested in the boob during the day for quite some time and her only feed was overnight. She was 1 year old and she drank cow’s milk quite happily. She did not want to waste any play time sitting in my lap with her face on my chest. Boring!

Hannah was also a loooooong feeder. She took ages to have a drink. When she was born, and for a few months afterwards, she took 2 hours each feed. I’m not even joking. I spent the first 6 weeks of her life mostly un-showered, and wearing only a fluffy pink bathrobe. With nothing under it. Usually I had to eat my meals while she ate hers, one handed and trying not to spill anything on her tiny little head. Pretty much everyone and their mother was quite familiar with my boobs since I had them out nearly 24/7. Ugh, I cringe at the thought.

When it came to weaning time, I slowly dropped her last feed, giving her less and less time on each boob every night. By her very last feed, we were down to  30 seconds per boob. And that was it. I never breastfed her again. I don’t even think she woke up at night after that. Not even the next night. She just slept through.

I weaned Daniel off his over night feed a few months ago. I’ve been cutting out other feeds every few weeks until I got down to the just-before-bed feed. The one that fills his tummy and keeps him sleeping all night long. I had intended to have him fully weaned the week after his first birthday. But I was lazy. Plus, every night after his bath, he would look at me all milky-eyed and try to rip my shirt off whilst he shoved his face in my chest. Needless to say, I wasn’t overly enthusiastic about cutting him off completely.

I just did the slow thing. Like I did with Hannah. 4 minutes one night. 3 minutes the next. Then 2. Then we were stuck on one minute for about a week.

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Because you know what? I like feeding him. When he’s drinking, he moves his eyeballs to the very corner of their sockets just so he can look at me lovingly. Then he puts his adorable, chubby little hand straight up and strokes my face (and by strokes, I mean tries to shove it in my mouth, pinches my chin, or just pokes me in general. Whatever, it’s affection all the same), or grabs my hand and plays with it while he sucks.

It’s nice.

As I started cutting down the feeding time, he was not impressed. The first time I took him off after a minute, he screamed. I felt absolutely horrible. But I still didn’t give him any more milk.

The night before last, I was going to give him one minute on each side. He was quite tired, whinging and throwing himself backwards (he does that when he has tantrums…). I got one of my girls out, but he just threw himself backwards on the couch, scrunched up his face and kept whinging.  I’m pretty sure he didn’t notice the boob, but I took the opportunity all the same.

I put the boob away and gave him a banana instead. He didn’t try to pull my shirt off, or shove his face in my chest. He went to sleep just fine. He slept all night. No wait, he woke up. But that was because of his coughing.

Last night I gave him a banana again. He put his face in my chest for about 2 seconds, but that was it. No whinging, no tantrums. Possibly because Aaron put Gran Turismo on the play station in car demo mode and gave Daniel the controller. He loves cars. He was mesmerised and got to push buttons. Either way, he didn’t have a feed, and went to sleep just fine.

But I’m still a little sad.

Maybe I won’t be when the weather warms up a little and I can wear all of my summer dresses without worrying about how I will possibly breastfeed without taking the entire dress off.

P.S. Why was I giving him bananas instead of cow’s milk or formula? Well, he won’t drink those. He takes one sip, warm or cold, and then throws the cup on the floor in disgust as spits the sip all over himself. Don’t worry, he eats plenty of different foods, including yogurt and cheese, and drinks plenty of water, so the doctor said he will be fine. Doc does think that once he is completely weaned (which I guess is as of now), he will start to be more receptive of cow milk.

He eats plenty of different foods

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Why so much noise?

1 Jul

I’ve always liked getting the ads/circulars in the mail. I look forward to them every week. Last week, Aldi’s ads showed they were having a huge toy sale. This of course, led me to arrive at Aldi’s just before 9am on sale day, with Hannah and Grandma in tow, in a quest for birthday presents. Who would have thought that sale day at Aldi’s is like a pride of lions who have been starved for a week, ravenous for their next meal. People were lined up in no real order, more like mobbed up, outside the door, waiting for pole position when the automatic glass doors were turned on. People tried to get in front of each other and made a mad scramble for the toys (and tools, tools were there too). Luckily, I made a wise choice and left Hannah outside with Grandma while I joined the mad dash in search for a toy I wanted. For those of you reading this from the U.S., let me explain a little about Aldi’s. Aldi’s is no ordinary shop. It’s a German grocery store giant that has started the quest to take over Australia by offering good food of their own brand (and some name brands every so often) at basement prices. They don’t always have the same things, but there are some staple items that they do always carry. The rest of it, mostly the non food items, are only there for a week at a time, sometimes not coming back for over a year. Sometimes they have massive toy sales, sometimes they have no toys at all. Sometimes they have gardening things, sometimes they have none. When they run out of their special items, that’s it, no more. We did get the desired presents for Hannah, and escaped without any bruises or confrontations. I did bend my nail back while trying to pick up a big box though. That kinda hurt.

It’s very cold here at the moment, 0-1 degree in the morning (Celsius, not Fahrenheit). Even so, Hannah loves nothing more then running down the hall way sans clothing, giggling and squealing to anyone who happens to be around. Every time I get her ready for her bath, I put her down for just a moment while I put her dirty nappy in the nappy bucket and no sooner then I’ve put her down, she’s off. I’ll have to let her run around for longer when it’s a bit warmer, but for now, I just chase after her, snatch her up and get her in the bath, giggling and bouncing the whole way.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a red coloured mole on on my chest, sometimes visible to anyone depending on what kind of shirt I wear and how high it is. Don’t worry, I’ve had it checked out, and there is nothing wrong with it. I tried telling that to Hannah, but she won’t listen. She seems to feel that said mole needs to be removed asap. This of course involves her flinging my hair out of the way, pulling down my shirt, and then trying to scratch and pull the mole off.

“WAAAAAAAA!!!!” I looked at the clock. 5am. I grabbed the baby monitor and turned on the sleepy music. Hopefully Hannah would fall asleep again by the end of the music. She didn’t. I got up to go and pat her. And pat her and pat her and pat her. I’m trying to wean her. It’s not going so well. I patted her for 2 hours, then it was time to get up for the day. She didn’t relent and sleep, I didn’t relent and give her boob (until 7am, as it was time to get up for the day). We’ve been down to 2 feeds in 24 hours for quite a while now, but I thought it was time to get down to 1, in hopes of then having none just after she turns 1. I, of course, wanted to get rid of the overnight feed first. Hannah, of course, had other ideas. Seems she’s quite fond of the overnight feed and has no problem crying for 2 hours straight to get it. After 2 nights of our battle of wills, Hannah won. I gave in and fed her. New plan: get rid of her dream feed (when I go in her room at 9:45pm, and without fully waking her, feed her, and put her back to bed). She hasn’t missed that feed one bit, and sometimes she is sleeping right through without waking up for her overnight feed. It would help if she ate her dinner, I’m sure, but she doesn’t seem to like dinner for some reason.

Why is it that microwaves, washing machines, etc. always make obnoxiously loud beeping noises when you push their buttons? Seriously, I’m pushing buttons on the microwave to make it heat for one minute. I can see my button pushing is working from the screen that now says 1:00. Why the need for the beep? Do manufacturers have a joint mission to wake up sleeping babies and annoy everyone? Why is there no off switch for obnoxiously loud beeps? Or at least a volume button or something. Then if I leave the food I just heated in the microwave for a longer then the microwave deems acceptable after it’s finished heating, it will beep at me more. And then more and more, until I take it out. Does the microwave think I’m senile? I’ve forgotten that I put something in there?

I was thinking I might change my blog to a more normal blog, that is one that is updated every couple of days, but not so long each time. What does everyone think about that, do you prefer the once per week long blog, or would you rather a every couple of days not as long blog (and each entry would probably be more well written as I wouldn’t get distracted by tv or something while writing it)?

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