Today was another day of success in the weaning arena. Mika asked for my milk upon waking up, cried a little then fell back asleep…woke up again and cried more…then asked for my milk again in the afternoon….then tried again before going to bed…and the whole time I stood my ground. No more. Tomorrow she’ll be turning two. Tomorrow I shall officially declare her fully weaned.
I have a confession, though. I thought I’d be elated to announce this “milestone”, but tonight I just feel really, really sad. I was casually telling Dennis how I will soon feel my supply dry up, how I feel it has started to diminish already…and then, there. I felt it— the realization that this is it. Starting tomorrow, no more Mika taking her time to nurse from me. No more asking milk from me. No more cries upon waking up. She’s officially no longer a baby. I seriously want to cry now.
Well, I am starting to cry now, actually.
I know… the thought has crossed my mind.
“Whoever said I needed to stop anyway??”
“I could always extend it just a little….”
“She’ll be this young only once. Go ahead Thammie, Take your time!”
Tempting. Tempting. But like my dad said, I seriously need to replenish my body if I plan to get pregnant again. I felt the two pregnancies and nursing seasons take a toll on my body so yes, i agree with my doctor daddy.
Say no to temptation, Thammie.
It has been two blissful years already, time to rest those glands!
Listen to your body, not your sentimental feelings.
What if I just get pregnant again??
NO!!!
I said say no to temptation! Rest those glands! Listen to your body! Nourish your body!
Lord, please help me get over this feeling.









