Shokufeh is... home

Not interested in anything else

Yesterday, when MrMan got home from daycare, he insisted upon nursing - pulling at my neck, my belly, my chest. As I pulled up my shirt, he did his requisite tickling of my belly as he makes a little "teehee." And then that boy sat and sucked for almost an hour. When I say almost, I don't mean almost like when my dad used to come in my room at 6:15 and say, "Shokufeh, it's almost 7:00. You're going to be late for school." I mean it like ten minutes shy of an hour, and that was only because we had to leave home to pick up Sam. MrMan was not happy about the disengagement.

Some kids don't want to nurse at all when they're teething. Not MrMan. All he wants to do is nurse, nurse, nurse.
"Do you want to play?"
"No, no," and back to nursing.
"Do you want some water?"
"No, no," and back to nursing.
"Do you want some bread?"
"No, no," and back to nursing.
"Do you want some yogurt?"
"No, no," and back to nursing.
The boy is not be deterred. I think his molars are coming in.

So, our weaning process has gone a bit off course. We were doing pretty well for a week or two. I'd been sending a bottle with him to school, at his teacher's request, but we stopped that since he wasn't using it. His evening nursing sessions were getting shorter. We'd cut out the nursing during daylight hours. It sounds more abrupt than it was - it was actually pretty gradual and not too forced. It wasn't that he never asked to nurse, but he was easily distracted into doing something else. But then, he got sick. Sick enough to warrant his first visit to the doctor for illness. So I nursed him, for his physical and emotional health. Then I got sick. So I nursed him, since the alternative would be being lively and up and about. Now we're both better. And he's got me in a vice grip. Which isn't the worst thing in the world. So now I just bide my time, waiting for the next window of opportunity, for the next time his interest in the boob is waning.

Unrelated, or maybe very related: today we had a breakthrough. When I picked him up from daycare, instead of his usual yelp-on-the-verge-of-crying greeting, he walked over to me and then sat down and didn't want to leave yet. The place is really growing on him.