


This is not something I thought I’d post about, but a confluence of events seems to indicate that it’s time.
It’s also not something I think you’ll all be thrilled to read, so if you’re uncomfortable with attachment parenting or extended breastfeeding, move along…
So, I was just putzing around when I started emailing with Genuine about my wine-and-chocolate dessert, and his wife asked me to hoist one for her, and I said, are you kidding? By the third pregnancy, I was hoisting my own.
This dovetails with the conversation I had with the doctor today while determining the proper prescription for me. He started to write an Rx for one antibiotic, when he looked up and asked if I was by any chance nursing. “Technically, yes. But not much. I can have amoxycillin, keflex, or augmentin.”
He looked at me skeptically and began to thumb through his little med reference booklet. *sigh* “My OBGYN has prescribed all of those for me before, even while pregnant, so I am sure they would be fine this time, too.”
“Um, how often do you nurse?” “Not much.” “Well, what do they eat during the day?” I looked down at my 2 year old daughter and 3 1/2 year old son and wondered what he was thinking. “Um, well, they are all old enough to eat anything they want. It’s just a psychological tether and a bonding thing. And it’s just Daphne.” “Oh, so you aren’t nursing them all?” “NO! Heh.” “OK, I had to ask. We just had someone in here that nursed hers until they were 6.” “Ahahahahahaha. No.”
All of this got me thinking. Aside from a 3-month break in 1997, during which time I was actively trying to conceive after a loss, I have been either pregnant or nursing pretty much continuously since December, 1996. That’s seven years, four months, and ten days. Holy little green tomatoes.
Most of my friends’ babies weaned themselves before 12 months, but I seem to be putting out either chocolate milk or crack cocaine, because my kids fight me tooth and nail for extended nursing rights.
To be fair, after Dylan suffered major heart damage with viral myocarditis as a newborn, my pediatrician (the coolest one on the planet BTW) encouraged us to go as long as we could both stand it to boost his immune system. All it took was for him to mention that it would only take one good, strong cold or flu to kill our son in the first year and I was right there with the program, fully and completely over whatever pressure I was feeling from those who looked askance at family beds, attachment parenting, and extended breastfeeding. They weren’t the ones wearing my breasts, I was, and mine was the only opinion that mattered in the end.
Brief aside: I’m not kidding about the whole family bed thing. If I have to line up syringes on my nightstand for round-the-clock administration to a newborn, I am not walking down the hall to get the baby. Period. I want that little sucker right where I can hear him breathing.
For six months, I carried a clipboard charting out the various medications, dosages, and schedules; believe me, when you are already sleep deprived and suffering from postpartum depression, you do NOT want to confuse the blood pressure medication with the morphine with the steroids with the stuff that makes his heart beat strongly enough to keep him alive. I couldn’t even think Babywise for months without wanting to kick something.
It seems to be true, though, that some children will want to go on longer than the most devoted attachment parenting devotees, and I actually found myself with tandem nurslings after I fell pregnant again when Dylan was just 9 months old.
Oh, and I would go on and on, but my daughter is currently wailing and clutching my jammies and begging me to take her to bed…
And oh look, here is her brother, wanting to snuggle in with us. Is this bad?
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04.10.04 at 07:07 PM |
My mom tandem nursed at two different times. My first two siblings are 2 1/2 years apart, and the younges two are 18 months apart. (There’s a 6-year gap between the youngest of the first set and the oldest of the second set, though.) I always felt sort of sorry for her… one kid would be jealous or impatient when the other was nursing. She nursed them until they were 3 or 4, I think. (Being her eldest and her “guinea pig”, I was only nursed until 8 months or so.) Someone I knew had twin toddlers & a new baby, so she was nursing *three*. Oy.
Sorry. That was long-winded. ;p
04.10.04 at 08:14 PM |
I had something and decided I should leave it alone.....
04.10.04 at 08:33 PM |
Mindy don’t be fooled, I hoist one every now and again. The tannins in red wine are good for the red blood cells. *wink* Kudos to you for nursing as long as you can. Without going into TMI I had to pump with both of mine. 9 months with genuine girl and 6 months with genuine boy. Talk about torture. I felt like a dairy farmer!
04.10.04 at 11:21 PM |
Eeeuw. I don’t think that there can be a circumstance where nursing still at 6 can be good for the child. In Western culture anyway.
But I came to wish you and the family a very Happy Easter!
04.11.04 at 01:12 AM |
And to you too! Enjoy the festivities!
And, no. Six bad. Totally unnecessary.
04.11.04 at 04:01 AM |
Bravo! Nursing my children was one of the best experiences ever. So you can imagine how upset I was when Kelly self weaned at 14 months. *sigh* I know we (your loyal fans) say it all the time but you’re an awesome mommy!
04.11.04 at 07:00 AM |
Is this bad? well of course it’s bad. first of all, everyone knows that the good Lord made boobs are for girly pix and porno.
And second of all--the very idea that you freely offer your kids affection when enlightened society knows that it just turns them into sociopaths if you have any physical contact with them after 7PM. it boggles the brain. *shudder
--Jilbur, who went 3 years 4 months, and endured a few stares from various folks including one abruptly-fired pediatrician
04.11.04 at 11:17 AM |
wow, I can’t imagine nursing to 3 or 4, but really can’t imagine it to 6. Six year old nurser is just kind of weird/creepy to me. I look at my 4 year old and can’t imagine him nursing at this age, but to each his own. As long as you are comfortable with it, that’s cool.
04.11.04 at 02:12 PM |
Just a clarification: my daughter is two. Six, me no likee. Not advocating nursing a six year old.
04.11.04 at 05:22 PM |
I nursed for as long as I could. My daughter was 4 months old when I no longer produced. My son (5 years later) was 6 months and then I quit producing. I would have gone until they were at least a year if my body would have let me!!!
I loved nursing. Now that I will be studying to be a lactation consultant it comes in handy to have first hand knowledge!
I honestly don’t know that I would have gone as long as you have but to each his own. I think the first time my little one looked at me, lifted my shirt and said, “Drink” it would have been all over with!!!!
04.11.04 at 11:15 PM |
Some of my favourite pleasures in the world… Breastfeeding my children and red wine & chocolate (together) and… mixing the three, throw in a foot massage and I am one happy girl…
04.11.04 at 11:19 PM |
Amber, sometimes I think we were separated at birth…
04.12.04 at 12:28 AM |
Amber, I’m with you and Mindy! I think it was an amazing experience. I’m just wondering if you could tell me HOW you managed to get that foot massage?(I’m assuming you have trined hubby to do this and quite frankly, I’m damn impressed.)
Jilbur beat my record tho. (Drat you!) I went to 3 years, but after 2.5 it was pretty much what Mindy said, a “bonding thing or psychological tether”. I worked all day, so it was just at bedtime and “our” time. I have never regretted it. I get pissed when I ask new mothers if they’re going to nurse and I get the response “ew, gross! NO WAY!” I just shake my head and chomp down REALLY REALLY HARD on my tongue.
04.12.04 at 01:02 AM |
I weaned Xavier when he was 19 months old and really regret it. Nursing him was the best thing in the whole world. But when he would come up to me and say “ boobies, please!” , then lift up my shirt, pull out a boob, take a drink, and say “mmm, tasty!”, I thought he was too big to nurse anymore. I have since decided that I was wrong.
04.12.04 at 06:51 AM |
ummmm, let me clarify: like Mindy, after a relatively early period (who knows--18 months?) the nana (as mine called it) was not, strictly speaking, a nutritional function--and it did not take up a lot of my day, nor from that point did it happen much in public. I had my daughter in daycare, starting part-time, from about a year, and nursing was, I think, something that helped us both to cope with separation ... it was overall very positive! And though I didn’t have a concrete sense, before becoming a mom, about how long I was going to nurse, I certainly didn’t really envision nursing a toddler/preschooler--but it’s not the freaky thing that (it seems) some folks imagine it to be.
04.12.04 at 07:03 AM |
My mother used to complain that my daughter would turn out to be the only American president still nursing while in office. She is now 18 and still has political ambitions, but I stopped nursing her when she was 14 months old. She gave it up, not me. My son gave it up at about 14 months, too.
My son is now 8 and still sleeps in my bed a great deal of the time. So does my 18 year old, four cats, and a dog. Mom’s bed is a place for the family to congregate. Really, it doesn’t have anything to do with why I’m divorced. No, really.
04.12.04 at 10:22 PM |
Ahh, finally someone who has breastfed for over a year. I was starting to feel really alone in the world. I keep getting these really strange looks for breastfeeding my 22 month old.
On the other hand i had a friend who’s husband was breastfed until he was 6 and she swears it began a lifelong infatuation with breasts for him.
04.13.04 at 01:32 AM |
I, like Jilbur, didn’t nurse Arianna past 2 with it being nurtitional, but mainly for the bonding. No way in public. And not an all day thing either.
Nursing till 6 would, I imagine, give one a “thing” about boobies.
04.13.04 at 04:11 AM |
Well Girlwonder, my husband wasn’t breastfed at all and he thinks that is the reason for his infatuation with breasts. Maybe too much breast or too little breast leads to obsession with the mammaries?
Actually...I think it’s a hard wired thing. Breast or bottle fed.
04.13.04 at 10:32 AM |
I remember feeling like that! As though one’s body does not belong to one. I eventually weaned child # 3 at 23 months because I was fed up with being beaten up all the time (by her- she was a violent feeder), child #2 stopped at 17 months and child #1 at 14 months, because I was pregant again and it hurt too much. They all stopped feeding without trauma, and the fact that I could rationalise with child 3 about it made it very comical.
04.14.04 at 03:42 PM |
It’s not that i breastfeed my 22 month old daughter in public, it’s that there is a whole colony of people out there that say, “Is she still being fed?” and i must either lie (which i don’t do) or admit that i have no idea how to get her to sleep at night without feeding her. The thing i just don’t get is why they ask the question if they are going to dislike the answer. Since her birth i dropped a lot of weight and am now quite thin, despite the fact i have been thin all my life (and it wasn’t that i dropped dangerously thin so much as the fact that i packed on an obscene amount of weight while pregnant), they ran a myriad of tests on me. During a rather uneventful endoscopy they were just putting me under anesthetic when the doctor announced in his accent, “See, you feed that baby and das it vhy you are stick. You stop feeding baby, you come back six months- opposite problem! Das is how ve fix you.” Thanks, Doc, I’ll keep it in mind.
04.14.04 at 05:39 PM |
Girlwonder: nice. Very nice. *kicks doctor in shins*
You nailed it exactly. People ask. And then they wince. My parents are wise; they don’t ask anymore. (Yes, Mom, I know you try not to, and I love you all the more for it.)