Me, Me, MeLast night, after birthday dinner, cake, baths, and jammies, Daphne climbed up into bed with me. (For the record, I never polish the words and phrases she uses. She really does speak like this, this little girl of two years and nine months.)
(And also for the record? I have not yet—technically—weaned her completely to the point of never ever having a teensy tiny snack and a cuddle before bed. Shut UP. )
(The trouble is, I’m now taking a little something for anxiety that is best not passed onto my preschooler.)
Daphne: (sitting on my tummy) “Mommy, how are you feeling?”
Me: “Fine, honey, thank you.”
Daphne: “Good! Then I want to have mama!”
Me: “Ohhhh, hon, I’m sorry. Remember my medicine? The one that makes mama bad for you? It will make you sick, so you can’t have mama right now.”
Daphne: “You mean you’re still sick? Awwwww.”
Me: “Yes, baby, I’m still a little bit sick.”
Daphne: “You should go see my doctor.”
Me: “I should go see Dr. Mike?”
Daphne: “Yeah. Let’s go to my doctor office. You’ll be all better.”
Me: “Baby, I wish we could do that. I already have medicine from my doctor, but it will take a while for me to get better. Can we just snuggle until then?”
Daphne: (Small pout, and then a smile.) “Roll over, Mommy, I want to lie on your tummy.”
And then she went to sleep.
And I cradled her head and prayed I would get better soon.













11.20.04 at 06:52 AM |
We’re praying too.
11.20.04 at 07:32 AM |
Why does that make me want to cry?
(and I won’t tell you my secret access word, that makes it worse)
11.20.04 at 07:59 AM |
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with not completely weaning her yet and there’s nothing wrong with taking a little something to help Mommy.
Stop beating yourself up.
11.20.04 at 08:24 AM |
and even, yay! for not weaning her yet (since it works for her and for you), and bravissima for loving yourself and your family enough to get the help you need. And it seems that Daphne took it on the chin like the little trooper she is. So an extra bravissima to her, too. xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
11.20.04 at 10:09 AM |
You’re such a loving mom. I totally agree with Gail. Wishing you a few quiet moments for today.
11.20.04 at 10:55 AM |
Aww, Mindy, this one really got me. I wish we never had to wean them (well, maybe not never, but you know what I mean). Especially because you probably need to mama as much as she does right now.
And for the record, I don’t plan to wean my son any <strike>time</strike> year soon. And he calls mine mama too.
11.20.04 at 11:14 AM |
My daughter was FOUR when she finally quit. Hey! Quit looking at me like that! As she’s the last of the babes, she and I hung onto it for as long as we could. She’s now six and still sleeps with me on many a night and loves to reminisce about her nursies. Awwww…
Hang in there, Mindy. :-) Get better SOON!
11.20.04 at 12:10 PM |
My son, my baby who I planned to nurse forever, weened himself at 2 months. He would just ignore it while it squirted him in the face.
11.20.04 at 12:24 PM |
I’m with Gail and Jilbur - Blessings to you and yours.
11.20.04 at 07:26 PM |
de-lurking to say AWWWWWW & sniff.
11.20.04 at 10:46 PM |
It <i>will<> get good soon pal.
Secret word “men”!!!
11.21.04 at 10:53 AM |
Yep, it *will* get better soon. You’re a wonderful person, an even better mother and we love you. That was a beautiful piece of writing, thank you.
11.22.04 at 03:15 AM |
Girl! You made me cry! *wipes nose*
xxx Love ya sweetie!
11.22.04 at 12:20 PM |
It’s only fitting that a guy’s birthday ends with boobs. HA! Am I the only one to notice that this “boob” post is lead in by the ex’s birthday.?
Letsee:
dinner: check
cake: check
baths: check
jammies: check
boobs: hey, wait a minute!
11.23.04 at 08:17 AM |
There are plenty of longtime nursing mommies out there (me too - 3.5 years for DS, still going on 2.5 yr old DD). No apologies required. How fleeting this time will be, anyway.