The Nursing Toddler
It has been noted that my baby is big for an eighteen-month-old. He also likes to fuss in the middle of the night, rummage around, and fling himself onto me to nurse. Knocks the wind right out of me.
I've enjoyed breastfeeding him, and I wouldn't have done it any other way. I've heard of mothers going through an exasperating period in which they dread the nursing toddler, hiding away in closets and behind garden sheds to avoid their little nursing partners' incessant demands.
I haven't experienced this yet. What concerns me is his distress, when he is obviously not getting what he wants. His lips curl down into a well-studied expression of pure and total disappointment. Perhaps one day, he will simply decide that it is not worth the frustration, and give it up altogether. Or, is it a sign for me to consider beginning the weaning process?
How did you or someone you know come to the conclusion it was time to wean? How did you or she go about doing it?