Monkey is at it again.
Because I am certain that my boys can’t tolerate milk products (given their reactions when I was nursing and consuming copious amounts of ice cream)…I fear the day Monkey weans.
As we approach his first birthday, he is beginning to test out his new chompers on my poor boobies. Not good.
I’ve tried dramatics. Screaming. Giving him a “time away” immediately following his vampire act.
Monkey still treats me like a teething toy.
Many women I know are amazed, floored really, that I nurse so long. I do so because:
1.) I strongly believe it’s the healthiest and given my crappy health history…I want these rugrats to have the best immunity possible.
2.) I hate cleaning bottles
3.) The bonding is unparalleled.
4.) I am the same weight I was in…(wait for it…drumroll please) COLLEGE! Each ounce = 20 calories burned. As long as breastfeeding mothers move and eat healthy, pounds will be shed.
5.) I am terrified of dairy products. The opiate effects, the weird hormomes in them. Especially after seeing the changes in Moose after we removed dairy. I have notes from the therapists to back this up. And video.
Luckily, I am in a mom’s group where extended breastfeeding is the norm. Most of my social circuit bottlefeeds and thinks I’m a “hippie”.
Well, peace and hairgrease. Hippie with lipstick that is.