The one about boosies.

Here’s a post for the mamas.  Guys, y’all just move along now.  Nothing to see here.  Nothing to see.

I was talking to a friend the other day, and she casually asked if I was still nursing Poppyseed.  I couldn’t help but laugh, because, well, that is just a funny topic right now.

I originally intended to nurse her until her first birthday and then wean her in that 13th month.  But then at a year, she still seemed so, well, little!  I couldn’t imagine just cutting her off.  I looked around and realized that a lot of my friends nurse longer than a year, and I did a bit of reading and it seemed like a great thing to do health-wise.  So we continued on.  I planned to stop at 18 months, but that was actually the beginning of flu season.  So on we went.

I was never nervous about nursing and being pregnant at the same time.  Women have been doing it since the beginning of time.  I think that as long as the mama is eating well and taking care of herself, most of us can handle the demand of a nursing baby and pregnancy.  However, soon after I became pregnant, I became very emotionally ready to wean her.  It was becoming pretty obvious that she wasn’t going to “self-wean” as all the natural parenting books recommend.  I swear she would still be breastfeeding at 6 if left to her own devices.

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So…. I started limiting P to one nursing session a day in December.  That was pretty much what we had been doing anyway, but this time I just really stuck to it.  It was always in the morning.  This kid always loved that morning milk.  I tell you, if we tried to do anything else before we snuggled and nursed, it was catastrophic.  So naturally this was the last to go.

Eventually I got her down to every other day.  That was a little tricky at first, but soon I learned to get her out of her crib in the morning and take her right down to the kitchen.  I’d give her a bottle of milk (yes, still a bottle at 20 months!) and she was happy with that.   After a few weeks of going every other day like that, I tried to just cut her off 100%.  Actually, I was the one who suffered.  She did fine, but I began to feel a little, er, “full” if you will.  So we went back to every 2 days.

And then, just like that…..we were done!

H-o-o-r-a-y!

I couldn’t believe how simple it was.  On one hand, it was a relief.  But on the other hand, it was so bittersweet!  For someone who had such a rough start to nursing and did NOT enjoy one minute of it during those early weeks and months, I had really grown to love all of those cuddles and contact.  But luckily I know that Middle will be born in August and it will start allllll over again, for better or for worse.

But now, the part about the boosies.

As any mother knows, nursing an older baby can lead to some embarassing moments.   It’s awkward when you’re at the gym and your kid walks up and starts to pull at your shirt.  I was lucky that Poppyseed never screamed “MILK!  MILK!” at the grocery store or anything, but sometimes at the end of the day when she was tired, she would sort of grab at me when I picked her up.  Usually at this hour of the day we were at home, but not always.  But for the most part, my experience with nursing a toddler did not lead to any really humiliating moments.

Well, holy cow, after I weaned her, she went in a different direction entirely.

Now that the kid is off the boob, she is O-B-S-E-S-S-E-D with them.  Obsessed I tell you.  She now talks about them all the time.  She will wake up, call for mama, and then when I get her it’s the same routine every day.

“Hi Mama!  Hi Mama!  Hi boosies!  Hi boosies!”

She gets the biggest smile on her face.  She pets each boosie.  If I’m in bed trying to sleep while she sucks down her bottle, she will lift up my shirt and peek at them.  “Hi, hi, HI BOOSIES!”  She will give each one a kiss.  Then tickle them.  Then laugh to herself.  And then lie down and drink her bottle.

Oh, motherhood.

Oatmeal and I couldn’t help but giggle at this.  I mean, boosies?

Yesterday she was having a meltdown on my bathroom floor because she wanted to take a bath.  I was getting into the shower, and the second I took my shirt off and started to get in, her face lit up.  She stopped crying at the sight of her old friends and began jumping up and down with her arms in the air saying “Hi boosies!  Hi!  Hi boosies!’

I am trying to be lighthearted about this.  It makes perfect sense if you think about it.  For twenty months she was very close to the boosies.  They gave her complete nourishment for the first 6.5 months of her life and provided a nice convenient snack for the next 14 after that.  I totally get that she is just a completely innocent toddler.  Just a sweet little girl who thinks of them as her friend.  But c’mon.  The grabbing has got to stop.

Yes I said grabbing.  Every time I pick her up now, her hand will slip into my shirt.  She just wants to touch them.  All. the. time.  Oatmeal thought this was funny until I did the same thing to him in bed the other morning.  She was grabbing me and he was laughing, so I started grabbing his boosies, too.  Not so funny anymore is it buddy?

This is my life now.

This is my life now.  This is how she watches a movie.

Sometimes I wear a v-neck or scoopneck tshirt.  If I pick her up and the weight of her on my side pulls my shirt down, she will look down my cleavage and get the BIGGEST smile on her face.  “Hi, boosies!  HI!  HI BOOSIES!”  Boy does she love a surprise peak at the boosies.

And now when I rock her to sleep at night, the first thing that happens is she slips her hand down my shirt and rests her hand on top of a boosie.  I’ve pretty much taken to wearing crew neck tshirts as often as possible, but that does very little to protect the boosies from her little paws.  But it’s obvious that she takes such comfort in them.  The moment she makes contact with the boosies, her eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls asleep.

I’m not really sure what to do about this, other than just laugh, roll my eyes, and repeatedly say, “Get your hands out of my shirt.”

Okay okay, in all reality, I’m really glad I nursed her for 20 months.  Here are a few reasons why I did…

  • Nursing past a year continues to help the mom lower her risk of breast cancer, ovarian cancer, uterine cancer, and endometrial cancer.  In fact, a OB/Gyn mentioned to me one time that there is a 30% decrease in breast cancer between 12-20 months of nursing.
  • The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that “Breastfeeding should be continued for at least the first year of life and beyond for as long as mutually desired by mother and child… Increased duration of breastfeeding confers significant health and developmental benefits for the child and the mother.”  There are plenty of women who don’t have the option to nurse for this long, due to low production or babies born very close together.  I had the perfect opportunity to go ahead and nurse, so I took it.
  • Breastfed toddler have lower incidence of ear infections.  (Yes!  So thankful that Poppyseed has not had an ear infection as of yet!)

But here is what got me to really keep pushing on after a year…

  • At the age of 1, a baby’s immune system is said to be 60% of an adult’s.  Science has proven that breastmilk transmits antibodies to the child for as long as 2.5-7 years of age.  In fact, a recent study found that antibodies actually increase during the second year!

I read the statistics above on Kellymom.com, you should check out that site, too!

Welp, I’ll close this post with that.  Enjoy your Friday night.  Hopefully you’re out doing something more fun than sitting at home and blogging about boosies.

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