After my son turned four... I
was concerned that he was getting too many expensive, unnecessary gifts. I wanted him to enjoy what he was given, but wanted
to teach him what was important. After turning the lights out, we were cuddling in bed, I asked him, "William, do you know
what the most important gift of all is?" Without a hesitation he stunned me,"LOVE," he said. I was very proud of him as we
cuddled. After he thought about my question a little more he said "Mom, breastfeeding is love," and he nursed to sleep.
Recently my sister broke the news
to us that she was pregnant with her third. This had come as a big surprise to her. She had carefully planned the first two
to be over four years apart, she was happily nursing her 9 month old (and did not want anything to interfere with her supply),
and her husband had a vasectomy!
Despite all this, and the contemplation of tandem nursing two under 15 months, she is
excited. When I asked my five-year-old nephew what he thought of having all these babies in his house, he replied, "It's OK
breastmilk is free."
William (almost five!) insisted on watching a movie instead of playing with me, tonight. So,
I told him that I was going on the internet. Then I realized that I always say that I am going to use the computer and I asked
him, "Do you know what 'internet' means?" "Of course, mom," he answers, "it is where you go to learn how to breastfeed."
I have a twiddler. My son has to hold "Bowie." Bowie is his friend, the bow on my bra. Sometimes
I wonder if he likes it more than the milk. When I come out of the shower, he wont nurse while I am still in a robe or towel.
I want you to put on Bowie. He will go to my draw and actually pick his favorite bra. He will have a near-tantrum if I am
delayed getting dressed. He holds Bowie with his thumb and index finger and talks to Bowie, I Love You, kissing it before
I also learned another hard way how important Bowie is to him. I just purchased new bras. They
were the same size and style. I didnt open the box until I got home. I could not believe itNo Bowie! We will be going back
to the department store today to find Bowie.
"We are learning about mammals at my house. Scott (3yo) wakes
up and pretends, "Mama, I am a calf and I want my mama cow." Later we read Stellauluna, "Now I am a baby bat and I want my
mama." After reading Baby Whales Drink Milk, "Baby whale wants his mama whale." After reading about birds he asks me to put
spaghetti (worms) in my mouth and drop it in his while he tilts his head back. He doesnt understand why birds and fish cant
have their mamas milk. He has even cried a little about this. This is just another example of how my son shows that mlk is
more than newborn nourishment!"
Four year old William is definitely in the holiday spirit. He keeps asking me how long until
Santa..."How many more night-nights turns until Christmas?"
I have a lingering type of breastfeeder. One of my tricks (to slow him down) was to strategically
place him in a cuddling-type position so that he could not see the TV. I was hoping he would be distacted by the sounds and
the action of his favorite movie to pop-off, go back to viewing, and give my breasts a break fromm constant nursing. Anyhow,
he was lingering and lingering-staring into my eyes, transfixed. Finally he exclaimed, "I could see Woody and Buzz in your
You should never be embarrassed to breastfeed in your own home, right?
Well, when Scott was born, William always wanted to nurse at the same time. I was lucky
to have help in my house. However, I felt ridiculous constantly having two piglets nursing and having this girl see me tandem
nursing. To ease my tensed feelings, I one day asked her to try to distract William from nursing so much. Tempt him with other
things: games, snacks, etc...Nothing worked. I asked her if she had any of her own suggestions on how to wean him.
Her response was quite a surprise... "I breastfed until I was six." So she was no weaning
help, but I could relax after that.
As a breastfeeding educator I often remind new parents that their newborn will nurse for many
reasons other than just hunger.
My four-year-old reminds me of how true this is. He says,
I want to be warm and cozy.
want to be like a baby.
I just love mamas milk.
I am tired.
It will make me feel better.
I have a boo-boo.
My two year old adds
Its like chocolate milk!
As usual, I am reading email late at night. My son comes in and asks for night-nights. "Just
a minute," I tell him. He gets upset and throws a tantrum on the floor, "I don't want to wait just a minute, I want MY night-nights
"OK...(hating to delay him anymore, but knowing I would fall asleep nursing) Let me brush my
teeth and get some water." I finally get to the bed. Where is William? I called for him. I look for him. I find him with dad
on MY computer playing airplane games.
"Hey dad, we tricked her!! She is off the computer. We can play now."
"No, Your stupid."
"YOUR TWICE AS STUPID."
"YOUR THREE TIMES AS STUPID."
"YOUR TEN TIMES AS STUPID."
"YOUR HUNDRED TIMES AS STUPID."
STUPID ALL THE WAY TO INFINITY."
"YOUR STUPID ALL THE WAY TO INFINITY AND BEYOND."
"YOUR STUPID ALL THE WAY TO INFINITY AND BEYOND, AND BACK."
"Mama's milk made
"No, It made me smarter!..."
"My soup is delicious, but my night-nights are good for me, too."
William wants me to watch movies in the living room and cuddle with him. Scott wants me
to cuddle with him while he nurses and watch his movie. What do I do? Scott explains, "William is too big. He doesn't need
night-nights anymore, so watch my movie!"