Just when you think you have your nursing child figured out, he manages to surprise you yet again. Humnoy has been breastfeeding for almost two years. Well, actually a month shy of two years because today is his last month before I refer to him as just a ’2-year-old’ rather than in individual months (like I did when he turned 18 months). His Bébé sister arrived and I thought, “This is it; this is the moment of truth. Will I tandem nurse or will he be done?”
His weaning story took a turn when I lamented about his frequency, or lack thereof, with nursing. So, funny story: the same night I wrote and cried (and cried and cried) about his possible weaning, he had a complete nursing session at bedtime. The very next day, he nursed again at nap time. Then? That was it. Last night nor today needed any boob. He’s always been an interesting kid so I’m not holding my breath the next time he nurses or decides to scare me with full-on weaning. Right now, I’m just breathing (and breathing and breathing) as a mom of two (mostly) nursing kids.