I know people think I’m weird. Or crazy. Or both. Or worse – I know some think I’m gross.
It’s OK. I’m not doing this for validation or attention or recognition for being SuperMom or SuperFreak. I didn’t sign up for a 22-month-plus (-plus-plus-plus?) breastfeeding journey. Hell, I didn’t even sign up for one month.
I’ve said before that I never set a breastfeeding goal beyond, “I’m going to try.”
Successful breastfeeding seemed like an impossible achievement considering my hormonal deficiencies. Breastfeeding triplets sounded humanly impossible. Breastfeeding premature triplets? Whoa. Triplet toddlers? ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I’ve known people who breastfed their toddlers, and while I never thought it was gross, I wondered why a mom/toddler team would still be doing that. I’d see that toddler running around being independent and wild and very much so little-adult-ish and walk away scratching my head but ultimately thinking “whatever floats your boat, lady.”
I couldn’t imagine breastfeeding one toddler let alone three. Where do you find the time and energy? Does it come in a pill you buy from Amazon.com?
Insider secret: You find the time and energy while you’re breastfeeding your toddler. A lot of babies (all three of mine included) reach a point when they need somewhere dark and quiet to nurse. That was the first step in our latest chapter.
It took us more than a month for just one of my children to successfully breastfeed (determined by pre- and post-session weights while in NICU), and they were sent home with instructions to only breastfeed once a day because they hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it at nearly three months old. We practiced daily – I tried to give each baby their own practice session, and by May or June (they were born in November with a February due date), I was finally confident that we all were on the same successful page and walked away from feeding them with bottles of pumped breastmilk, leaving those for Daddy or grandparents when they fed babies.
They’re weaning, slowly but surely. Toby no longer wakes in the middle of the night to nurse, something he did until he was about 19 months old. My triplets all want to be breastfed first thing in the morning, but only Toby and Eleanor nurse in the afternoon after their nap. The only comfort nursing that happens takes place during illnesses (which are rare) and occasional (probably 2-3 times a month) difficult night wakings.
Before I breastfed I wondered why toddler mothers still nursed their children. Now I know. I breastfeed my toddlers because they like it. I’m still going because I can’t quit based on some arbitrary number, like 12 months, when it took 6 months for the four of us to learn what we were doing together. They’ve earned the quiet, comforting time with their mama, and I’ve earned the cuddles. Benefits like immunities and nutrition are handy, but they don’t drive me like they once did.
I’m still breastfeeding my triplet toddlers because it makes us happy.
What, you don't wear your socks as mittens? #outcold #ERFing
Happy kiddos! #triplets
NAILED IT. ☀
Boo ya! I was 4 books behind, but I've rallied! Onto book No. 30! #ABeautifulMess #amreading
Because I'm a total lightweight & don't parent while even slightly drunk, & because I finally found plain sparkling water (not club soda) - fizzy, no-rum mojito water FTW!
Eleanor. She's currently my most challenging child - fearless, doesn't listen to "no" & is very attached to me. For all the frustrations, she is joy defined. This face!
OBNOXIOUS. I doubt this is relevant to Gone Girl's story, so why the conception distinction? Do you ever see an IVF-mention for the random next-door singleton baby? (If it is relevant, I'll apologize for my rant.)
Keep your britches on, & try to refrain from telling me how much you loved or hated this book. I waited this long to read it because I didn't want to be swayed by ALL the hype. (Book No. 29 of 2013) #ABeautifulMess #amreading
Cleaning up the dinner mess while my brain visits Hogwarts. If I can't have a new book in my hands, I'm listening to an already-read book on audio. #amreading ⚡
Pizza sauce today. I dropped the messy ladle carrying it in from the grill. Will I ever learn? Probably not.
The summer sun is going to give me 3 tow heads.
"I working," Callista said. "I hiding," Eleanor said. "Playing with strings!" they both said. Sisters. I love being their mama.
I'll start book No. 28 of 2013 as soon as I'm done dicking around with #ABeautifulMess.
These guys are so at home on a farm. I love it. ☺
I think my basket was filled with strawberries minus 1 bite each. #triplets
Baby Pygmy goat minutes after being born! (Some sort of afterbirth was still hanging around, so ... avoid that area if you're squeamish.)
Looooove my library!
Don't be like me & miss out on this book for too long. WOW! (No real-book pic because I bought the Nook book. In fact, Nook/Kindle/etc. versions are still a steal at $3.99. Buy it!)
HOPELESS by Colleen Hoover - these characters & their humor have made me laugh out loud several times, & I'm not even halfway through! #YAlit #amreading
I really should wear an apron when I cook. ☺