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To wean or not to wean

I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s finally time to wean baby Finn. As in stopping breastfeeding and switching him to formula.

When he was born, I didn’t think I’d be successful at latching him on but just like that, I’ve been doing it for almost 8 months now. 8 months of powering through the depression. 8 months of having my boob chewed on every 3-4 hours. 8 months of special bonding time with my littlest one.

He’s been adjusting to solids fairly well recently and I’m thinking that the time has come to give my boobs (and the rest of me) a break. Letting someone else (babe, I’m looking at you) take over the feeding for a change so I can maybe sleep through the night for once.

Oh, sweet, uninterrupted nighttime sleep, you and me be needing a date real soon.

With Kirsten, I made it to 9 months of breastfeeding and the day I decided to wean her, I popped the champagne and did a victory dance. But that was because I never managed to latch her on and the whole pumping experience made me feel like Bessie the cow. I couldn’t wait to be done with all the tubes and pumping equipment.

This time around with Finn, I’m really torn about it. I still had to struggle with D-MER these past 8 months but being able to hold him in my arms while he drank was a really special experience and I feel like I’m not quite ready to give it up just yet.

And then there’s his refusal to drink from the bottle to contend with. I’ve tried 4 different brands of bottles and he hates every single one of them. I tried expressed breast milk (even fresh ones right from the boob) and several brands of formula but none of them worked. When I have to leave him with my in-laws for an afternoon, he’ll struggle through each feed and wait for me to appear before attacking my boobs like he’s positively starving.

So I made a list of pros and cons like I usually do when faced with dilemmas.

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You guys have any advice on somewhat painless weaning techniques? See you in the comments. 

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This is my happy

As parents, whether we’re aware of it or not, comparing is something we do quite a lot.

We compare parenting styles, our kids’ developmental progress, the coolest baby gear, the places we visit, the amount of fun we’re having with our kids. Which in itself is not a bad thing, until it messes with our heads and makes us less happy with what we have.

Somewhere, someone’s kid is smarter, cuter and better behaved than ours. They’re wheeling their tots around in the Aston Martin Silver Cross pram. They’re traveling to Norway so their kid can take a photo of the Aurora Borealis. They’re doing all the stuff we didn’t think we wanted to do until they did it and suddenly, we’re like “GOOD HEAVENS MY LIFE WOULDN’T BE COMPLETE WITHOUT THAT.”

And then we look at our lives and feel like what we have is about as awesome as a partially blind ferret who’s also missing several toes.

Being happy with what we have is a learned response. It doesn’t require having the best stuff or even more stuff for that matter. We’ve got what we’ve got and sure, we can (and should) try to do better. But for now, all we need to do is look at what we have and just be happy.

This. This is my happy.

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