The little Daggy is almost two. And I’m still nursing. Most days it feels like I’m the only mama on the planet still nursing such a big kid. I know that’s not true. But I think it would be so great just to go out and do what I want when I want to without worrying about a crying, tired kid who needs a nurse. In true nursing-kid form, she wakes up. A lot. At night. From about six months on, Daggy has been waking up between 4 and 6 times a night. It’s very very tiring and I crave sleeeeeeeeeep. A good four hours would be uh-mazing.
I had no idea what life would be like beyond a 19-month old kid who nursed because that’s when I stopped with Zizi. I gradually cut down with her and then stopped one day when I knew I was pregnant with Dags and felt quite run down. When Daggy hit 21 months and I knew she could understand the conditional “If x, then y”, things began to improve. If she could eat some bites of breakfast, then she was rewarded with a nurse. And often a few bites would mean she would actually finish a meal! It was a huge change. And it also meant that she nursed less in the nights because she was getting the calories she needed in the day. I almost feel giddy knowing there’s *change*! Night after night of no sleep and now there’s hope for several continuous hours! Wow, wow, wow. I am a happy mama.
I’m gonna keep nursing. I can see our mama-kid interactions changing. The nights are better. We are loving each other in different ways – more cuddles and hugs and I love you’s.
Heck ya. I’m nursing this big kid. It’s our love.