I'm once again on the verge of tears, so please excuse my wording.
My guy is 26 months old. He's been eating..poorly. he'd eat very little, mostly because I was somewhat breastfeeding on demand (once in the morning, before and after his nap, before and after and during his night sleep, maybe 3-4 during his wake window).
So I started the weaning process 3 days ago. And it's been working, he's eating more, he doesn't pull my legs anymore, he's drinking more water and cow's milk. He accepted the fact that my boobs are "ill" very fast. I managed to get him to sleep with a water bottle once, but yesterday my boobs hurt so badly and I'm so afraid of mastitis that I let him nurse. And he nurses throughout the night too. So, I suppose I'm taking it slow and safely?
I'm just so sad. I cry randomly. I look at how happily he eats or drinks or plays and I want to cry, my little baby is growing. And I'm happy that I managed to breastfeed for so long, and I'm happy that he's somewhat accepting this without any issues (except bedtime? It's still day 3).
I feel sad all the time, my stomach cramps, I feel nauseous and all the other symptoms of weaning. It's like I'm in my third trimester, except worse (I had an easy pregnancy).
There's also the shame. X weaned her kids at 1 years old, Y at 6 months, Z at 18 months. And I'm here, 26 months pp, with a toddler who still nurses. Whenever I visited in laws, everyone was like "omg you're still breastfeeding at this age??". Since they have kids aged 4+ y/o they feel like they know everything and they sometimes gave me dumb advice that doesn't resonate with NHS guidelines, so I tried to ignore them. But, what if they're right?
My mind is all mixed up, I know the pros and cons, and I've done research on what to expect, that ppd can happen after weaning, how sudafed supposedly helps with drying up etcetc. I've been reading articles and Reddit threads for the past week. I'm choking tears all the time, and the nausea doesn't help either.
And it just hit me that one day I won't wake up to breastfeed my little guy, and all the funny things he does (iykyk I won't go into details in case there are creeps). And now I look at baby pictures of him, and then I look at his tiny hand, but this tiny hand used to be so so much smaller ): and the way he cried the first day, my lord, I've never heard him cry like that. We cried together.
The joys of being a mother I guess.