Baby G has been a champion at nursing. Granted, it had been quite a tough journey initially. For the first 8 weeks of life, Baby G was, for reasons unknown, uncooperative and screamed bloody murder each time I brought my boobies near her. As such, the only option was to exclusively express faithfully every 3 hourly and cup-feed her to prevent nipple confusion. It didn't help that Baby G had quite a bad case of reflux and kept throwing up a big portion of milk during almost every feed. Somehow, 3 months after, Baby G gradually took to suckling after persistent efforts and has been a champ at it ever since!
Ever since.
EVER SINCE.
Baby G is now nearing 21 months. In the blinking of an eye, she has been nursing for almost 2 years! Mummy here is so happy to be almost there - reaching the intended goal of breastfeeding for at least 2 years (in line with WHO's recommendation of continued breastfeeding along with appropriate complementary foods up to two years of age or beyond).
AND I love how Baby G looks at me adoringly, though I suspect my human milk jugs has an important factor.
I LOVE how she joyfully yells out "MAMA!!!" whenever I reach home.
I LOVE how she immediately walks enthusiastically (albeit a bit clumsily) over to me as soon as I appear at the door.
I LOVE how she requests for "milk milk" whenever I pick her up into my arms for an embrace after a long day.
AND I LOVE how she will then unceremoniously reach into my shirt and grope me, all the time while pointing towards our bedroom with the other hand.
I love this indescribable bond and closeness we share. Sure, there were ups and downs. There were moments when Baby G accidentally bit. There were crazy days as a working Mum - having to find time to pump at work (sometimes I even multi-task and eat my lunch while pumping!). But I would never trade in anything for this once-in-a-lifetime bond that we shared. It is such a bliss!
Ever since. EVER SINCE.
Over the course of this week, I noticed that she has been showing less expectancy at my arrival at home from work. Baby G no longer come to me immediately when I reach home. She no longer requests for "milk milk" when I pick her up for a hug. Neither does she grope me anymore, nor gesticulate towards our bedroom to request for a session of breastfeeding after a long day without one.
It has been three days since the first time she started to show signs of weaning. Three days ago, I took the initiative, brought her into the bedroom, flashed her my boobies, and asked, "milk milk?". TO MY ABSOLUTE HORROR, Baby G took a quick glance, calmly shook her head and, to add salt to my wounds, muttered her recently acquired words "Bu yao, bu yao".
The same scene played out again yesterday.
I am so not ready.
Where has my milk monster gone to?!
Ever since.
EVER SINCE.
Baby G is now nearing 21 months. In the blinking of an eye, she has been nursing for almost 2 years! Mummy here is so happy to be almost there - reaching the intended goal of breastfeeding for at least 2 years (in line with WHO's recommendation of continued breastfeeding along with appropriate complementary foods up to two years of age or beyond).
AND I love how Baby G looks at me adoringly, though I suspect my human milk jugs has an important factor.
I LOVE how she joyfully yells out "MAMA!!!" whenever I reach home.
I LOVE how she immediately walks enthusiastically (albeit a bit clumsily) over to me as soon as I appear at the door.
I LOVE how she requests for "milk milk" whenever I pick her up into my arms for an embrace after a long day.
AND I LOVE how she will then unceremoniously reach into my shirt and grope me, all the time while pointing towards our bedroom with the other hand.
I love this indescribable bond and closeness we share. Sure, there were ups and downs. There were moments when Baby G accidentally bit. There were crazy days as a working Mum - having to find time to pump at work (sometimes I even multi-task and eat my lunch while pumping!). But I would never trade in anything for this once-in-a-lifetime bond that we shared. It is such a bliss!
Ever since. EVER SINCE.
Over the course of this week, I noticed that she has been showing less expectancy at my arrival at home from work. Baby G no longer come to me immediately when I reach home. She no longer requests for "milk milk" when I pick her up for a hug. Neither does she grope me anymore, nor gesticulate towards our bedroom to request for a session of breastfeeding after a long day without one.
It has been three days since the first time she started to show signs of weaning. Three days ago, I took the initiative, brought her into the bedroom, flashed her my boobies, and asked, "milk milk?". TO MY ABSOLUTE HORROR, Baby G took a quick glance, calmly shook her head and, to add salt to my wounds, muttered her recently acquired words "Bu yao, bu yao".
The same scene played out again yesterday.
I am so not ready.
Where has my milk monster gone to?!
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Excellent post regarding "The First Sign of Weaning?"
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