Yet another hot topic. A topic that is very, very relative depending on what you think is average. From my perspective, it’s all just breastfeeding. Still not a rant, just a bit of a revelation.
Several months ago I was really wanting to wean Eliza from night-nursing. I wanted to sleep better, have more room around me, enable others to get her to sleep more easily. We changed the crib around so it operated as a sidecar, sitting at the same level right next to me. I’d hoped this would transition her into that as a toddler bed. There’s more room and I can just roll over to her but I do often bring her closer to me, and while it’s possible to for others to get her to sleep, especially with our new gliding armchair, she still does want my help getting back to sleep a few times overnight.
Then in the last few weeks I’ve been thinking more and more about how if Eliza and I continue like Sara Ellen, we have about another year and a half of this part of our relationship. Tim and I are completely satisfied with the size of our family. That means when Eliza is no longer nursing, that part of my life is over, and it makes me sad to consider. With that in mind, as tired as I may be, I don’t want to push Eliza away from nursing. I am going to do my very best to not offer but also not refuse at reasonable times. I want to allow this thread of our attachment to unravel in it’s own time.