“Bye-Bye Boobies”

Everything I’ve ever read or heard about babies says there should be a period of transition when things are about to change. Like moving from the bassinet to the cot, removing the swaddle, getting rid of the dummy, or weaning from the breast.

We’ve always gone the cold turkey route with Tiny. One day I put him in his cot for a sleep, and that was that. On the day that we stopped swaddling, we also took away the dummy, and he hasn’t had either since. Tall and I are both very relaxed and laid-back about change, so I tend to think that Tiny has sensed this and just rolls with it. If Mummy and Daddy aren’t stressing, he doesn’t feel the need to, either.

However, when it came to weaning Tiny from the breast, I had mixed feelings. For the past 17 months he’d been fed on demand, and was truly boob-obsessed. I could either take it away gradually – ease him into the idea – or simply stop the feeds.

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Like sleep-training and probably most behavioural changes, I knew we needed to be fully committed AND have a consistent approach. I needed to ensure that I was ready, and that Tall was ready to up his game in the night, as we’d all be needing some extra support.

I had every intention of feeding Tiny until he was ready to stop; we followed baby-led weaning when starting solids, and it is an idea I feel is best for our family. BUT – I knew that I was definitely ready to stop the feeds. I’d started to dread – almost resent – each feed and had stopped enjoying it. I was tied to the house at bedtime, and I was feeling drained (literally!). It didn’t seem fair to either of us to continue on. I’d also decided that I want to have some time where my body is my own before we start trying for the Next One.

We decided to take an ease-‘im-in approach; to tackle night-weaning first and try to get Tiny’s sleep sorted; then, once night-weaning was sussed, we’d concentrate on Tiny not feeding to sleep and wean him completely.

Four weeks ago, I gave Tiny his bedtime feed and explained that there would be no more boobie until the following day. It took him a couple of nights to cotton on, and to be content with Tall going in during the night, but he seemed to adjust very well. Amazingly well. Toooo well, I thought, expecting a sudden flurry of protests. “He might get angry,” someone had warned.

He didn’t. Our world didn’t implode. There was no civil unrest. Nothing bad happened.

This gave me the confidence to stop his bedtime feeds last week. I explained what was going to happen every day of the previous week, and hoped that he understood. I was nervous and expected all hell to break loose. I prepared myself for the worst.

The first night – deliberately a yoga night – we changed his bedtime routine completely and Tall put him to bed. He was yelling when I left for yoga, and I managed not to think about how my boys were doing for most of the 90-minute class.

“30 minutes”, Tall responded, when I hesitantly asked how long it had taken him to settle. I couldn’t believe it. My booboholic son had done it again: accepted the biggest change with minimal fuss.

It’s been over a week now, and I am so impressed with how our little man has adjusted. Bedtime is no longer a time I dread, and we’re all enjoying a slightly less frenetic pace at the end of the day.Tiny is back to self-settling (most nights, anyway), and has become much more affectionate with Tall. It’s lovely to see him giving his Daddy some more lovin’; he’s even started calling out for him if he wakes during the night. Daddy appears to have developed a very keen sense of selective hearing though. Hmmmm.

I thought I’d feel more emotional about stopping the feeds, but honestly, I feel relieved. Tiny is cuddlier than ever and is showing himself to be a really affectionate little boy. I’m happy to have breastfed him as long as I did, and he’s become more independent, confident and settled since we’ve stopped feeding. This makes me wonder if he was actually ready to stop, but continued on out of habit, or because he thought I might be upset if we stopped?

And I feel more like myself again……….but with smaller boobs!


9 thoughts on ““Bye-Bye Boobies”

  1. Woah – go you guys!! That’s awesome. Mika is 6 months old and I am already starting to wonder how long we will breastfeed for. I had thought 2 years sounded good, but by then I’ll be pregnant again and so potentially I’ll go 4 years with another human being relying on my body for survival. So who knows… they say that the baby ‘knows’ when it’s time to ween? Really? Or is it because the mother is ready, then the baby senses it?

    Anyway – I’m jealous of smaller boobs! Enjoy! 🙂

    • It’s such a tough call – you want to do what’s best for your baby, but when it stops being best for you too, then that’s when I think you have to remember that “happy mum = happy baby”.

  2. Good for you. I think it’s so easy to over-analyse sometimes. I fed for a year with both of mine and figured once they could drink real milk I had done my job – although I loved breast feeding and had no probs with it I was SO ready for my body and underwire bras back. (means you can wear a dress too!) Well done you guys

    • Thanks! Totally agree on the over-analysis of things like this. There’s so much pressure on (new) mums to do the “right” thing, but no one else knows what’s right for you and your baby. I am loving wearing underwire and have pulled a few dresses out of the wardrobe lately…not loving that my pre-pregnancy bras are suddenly a bit gapey though 😦

  3. My first daughter stopped at about the same time, 18 months-ish. It was definitely a natural end. I was a bit upset at first but she never looked back! Well done for handling it all so well 🙂

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    • Ha, I think I had about a month where my body was my own – not as long as I’d thought I’d have, but you know what? It’s worked out just fine! 🙂

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