So Monday evening I decided to stop breastfeeding Kyal, my two yr, 5 month old son. After a painful weekend, I could not handle the torture any longer and decided to place plasters over each breast and tell him the kakka (bug) bit me. Success.
The first night was subtle - crying briefly when he woke during the night. I would say a breeze. He chose to replace it with Marie biscuits and water. I felt so sad seeing him break his biscuit in his sleep and placing it in his mouth.
The Tuesday evening, he fell asleep easily, but when he woke up at 1am, he was hysterical, kicking and screaming and crying such a sad cry, begging me for his booby. Eventually he decided he wanted to watch cartoons and fell asleep just before 4am.
Last night on the other hand, he did not bother to ask for booby, he just placed his head on the pillow and fell asleep. He woke up once during the night and just fell right asleep. I am happy that he's finally learning to sleep without the breastfeeding and I feel free, yet sad at the same time. It feels as though apart of me has died.
But we'll have to see if he has finally made peace with no booby, or if he will still try to drink. The worst is over though.
Stardust
