Background: I have 4 boys. this means that my house is always loud, messy, dirty, and shit is always broken. it also means that I am the QUEEN and don't have to compete with any other female for any of the attention. this is a blessing and a curse because it also means that I always have at least one child attached to me every single second I am home unless its "daddy's time" in which case I have one BIG kid hanging all over me. However, I wouldn't trade a single one of them for a girl. ever. there's only room for one bitch in this house.
Now, on to the gripe.
The little guy. we call him Scootsy. Scootsy is ALMOST 2. If you know me you know that I'm not a total hippy, but I am a little "granola", So Scootsy ( like all my other kids) has been breastfed since birth. This is part ideology, part health, part laziness ( I'm not getting out of bed to make a bottle for ANYONE), and part cheapness ( go buy a can of formula and you'll see what I mean). My Goal has always been to make it to 2 years of breastfeeding with each of my kids. My kids had other ideas... mainly ideas about adult food tasting better than milk. especially room temperature milk. So, they all self weaned by 18 months. no big deal.. I can deal with it. I didn't force any of them into an all solid food diet before they were ready, so I felt pretty good about that. But Scoots? He's different. He's the last one, and I think he knows it somehow. He's stayed "baby" longer than any of the others. ( if you have kids, you know what I mean about staying "baby". if you don't I wouldn't be able to explain it well enough for it to make sense) and he slid right on past that 18 month mark with ease. He still wanted to nurse at night, in the morning, and the second I got home from work. I felt Good about this. Accomplished even. I was finally going to see that 2 year mark. Yay for boobies!
Well, as usual, My self congratulation was misplaced and I'm about ready to give up on nursing all together 1 month before reaching that lofty 2 year goal. My child has turned into a "Sipper"
Let me explain. I lived through the all day nursing. I lived through the nursing and then pumping and nursing and pumping at the same time. I lived through the acrobatic nursing. I lived through the biting stage. teething. the twisty hands down the shirt stage, the trying to nurse WHILE eating or drinking so other kind of food... but the Sipping stage might just take me down.
It goes something like this. Scoots comes over and climbs up on my lap. He snuggles in and lets me know he wants to nurse. we get settled in, He latches on and then 10 seconds later he SITS UP to watch something, or listen to something, or tell something to a big brother, or play with my keyboard, or sing something, and then he latches Back on for 10 EFFING seconds!! this goes on for 10- 15 minutes until I freak the fuck out, and kick him off my lap. He cries a bit, then he goes and plays for a few minutes and then comes back to snuggle up on my lap again. we repeat this disaster 6-10 times a day. Misery.
I thought once I survived being a walking jungle gym that anything else would be a cake walk.. boy was I wrong. being a human sippy cup is the most skincrawlingly irritating thing I've ever experienced with one of my kids.
Anyone else had an older nursling do this routine with them? does it Stop?? How did YOU survive it?
Send me a msg. for real, because I'm about to go batshit crazy from this nonsense.
Dude. I wish I had an answer...sorry. But, I gotta admit...it's a little funny to envision. ;)
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