A Time for Weaning

On Thursday, May 5th, Bree woke up around 5:30 a.m. with the worst messy diaper ever. The diarrhea was terrible and had seeped out of her diaper onto her belly and legs, causing bad rashes in both places. The poor girl was miserable. After a couple more gross diapers (thankfully, not as messy), she was obviously not feeling well. She didn’t want to toddle around the house like normal; she only wanted to be held and cuddled by Mommy. So cuddle her I did. Which is why, when she later threw up, it was all over my lap. After that, she seemed to feel much better!

I always seem to catch whatever illness the girls get. I am sure it is because I am not afraid to hold and cuddle them when they are sick, since that often is what they want most. So sure enough, a few days later on Mother’s Day, I came down with Bree’s stomach bug. It left me in bed for two entire days, with the exception of when I was throwing up and crying in the bathroom. I was feeling so sick I hardly even got on my laptop to check Facebook or email; a sure sign that I was not myself!

While I was sick in bed, I decided this might be a good time to wean Bree from nursing before naps and bedtime since Greg was doing all the daily duties while I was out of commission. I am so thankful he was able to take care of things. He regularly brought me applesauce and ice water as I laid in bed and once my nausea was gone, he even made me some chicken noodle soup.

When I was finally able to leave the bedroom on Tuesday, it seemed my weaning plan had worked. Bree was happy with just a bottle before naptime and bedtime. But when she woke up in the middle of the night and wouldn’t/couldn’t fall back asleep, she refused a bottle and only wanted me. So I gave in, knowing that there probably wasn’t anything left at this point to satisfy her. She didn’t seem to mind though and it put her back to sleep. Truthfully, I didn’t mind either since I was somewhat regretting my decision to wean her without a few last sessions to give me a chance to reconcile it in my mind that we were done with this stage. A few more night-time wakings over the next week followed suit, but I think we truly are done now. I am pretty proud of the fact that we made it almost 17 months. My goal had been 12 months.

By Wednesday, the 11th, I was finally starting to feel fully well again. Until that evening when my throat started to hurt. Oh joy. Now I was catching Adrianna’s cold. Except my immune system must have been weakened from not eating for 2 days so it sunk its claws in me and I am STILL sick 10 days later, although I am finally starting to feel better again. I hope this is the last of it! At least the sore throat is now gone and my voice is coming back. Just in time for a date tonight with Greggor, which is very much needed since I’ve hardly left the house in over two weeks!