Since the beginning of February, I’ve been literally counting the days before Mika turns two. That’s two days from now. *sigh* …I wrote in my previous blog how I planned to wean Mika, and I remember promising to give an update on how it turns out– whether or not I’ve had to resort to the last option. So here is my update:

So far so good. I haven’t found the need to do that thing that I dread. For the past few weeks (more significantly, last few days) I’ve been doing all the things I said I would, like not spend so much time in our favorite nursing spots, amuse Mika with other activities, give her other yummy (yet still healthy) options, and dropping certain feeding times. The last part is a little tricky though— I would drop a feeding at a certain time but would feed her the next day. Inconsistent is the word to describe my attempts in this respect. Truthfully speaking, I know that although Mika would cry and give me that “mommy-why-are-you-torturing-me” look most of the time, she would eventually stop and get the point. The problem is that I, the mommy, can’t resist and I so easily miss and long for our nursing moment.

I can imagine most of you are nodding your heads and can very well relate to that separation anxiety that I am telling you about. This makes it all the more difficult for us moms to overcome this feeling, knowing someone is there to empathize with us. BUT, to those who are seriously considering weaning their little cuties, I would say I have news for you: it is possible! It is possible to overcome our emotions after all!   I am proud to say that today, I was able to do it. Yes, the whole day Mika drank from the cup. Much of this I would attribute to my busy schedule today so I really had no time to feed her even if I wanted to. But tonight was the real test. Oh, how I wanted to say yes as she cried and take her into my arms and cuddle her and nurse her….but I was able to stop myself, tell her plainly “no more milk from mommy tonight Mika” and kiss her goodnight. Just like that. She said (in a sad but yielding tone), “no more milk? *pause* oh-tay…” Then off to bed she went.

Good girl Mika. Good job Mommy. (hehe!)