Ha! Excuse my humor. I just thought this title was too funny. That is what my baby is, a silly little weaner hahaha. Ok…on to my post….

I went to the Baby Bistro Ice Cream Social yesterday at my hospital. Jack had been doing really well with nursing so I just briefly mentioned my issue. It was packed there too. The LC thought it could  have been that I was very sweaty the one day of the “incident.” That he may have not liked the taste because sweat tastes salty. I felt that it was so busy that I didn’t want to try to explain it all. Then last night he had a bad feed, very fussy. He tried eating for about 20 minutes, which is odd for him these days. Unless it is bedtime. Then he sometimes luxuriously nurses. He was still grumpy after. He had a hard time staying latched. Very distracted. I had just made him some apples so I fed a bit to him and he was happy. Sigh….just when I thought things were going better and that I had made a big deal over a small bump in the road. THEN last night before bed, an hour and half or so after that fussy feed and the apples it was bedtime.

He did not have to nurse to fall asleep! WHAT?!?!? I was in shock. I tried to nurse him but I think he wasn’t hungry after his apples. He snacked for a few minutes then pulled off and wanted to try to look around his dark room. So I gave him binky and put him in the crib and he put himself to sleep. He did not wake up at all last night and as a matter of fact he is still asleep.

So he is doing his own things these days and I feel like I am running behind him saying, “wait, slow down, you’re still a baby. Right??? You are still a baby?” I am going to regular Baby Bistro on Monday again to talk with her. I don’t think it will be quite the celebration it was yesterday at a normal meeting.I just want to some tips on how to deal with self-weaning. I want to go 6 more months!

Anyway on to a way more awesome note. I had not been to Bistro since Jackson was over 2 months old. I had a pumping question so I went. I really have not had a hard time with breastfeeding compared to most women. Other than now, that it seems my little man likes my cooking for him as much as his milky. Which it isn’t a constant feeding issue yet either. It is less than once a day that he has a fit about this. So I can breathe a bit easier. He isn’t on a full blown nursing strike! He is just growing up and is becoming more interested in solids sometimes. He does generally still nurse about every two hours during the day. Sometimes it is clearly just a snack, he will nurse for 4 minutes and then be done. I have decided I will be here on demand for him because I do not want him to wean. So if he wants to nurse, he gets to nurse. I truly do not believe it is a bad thing for my son to snuggle with me and nurse even if it is just because he is thirsty, stressed, lonely, or even just bored. There is nothing wrong with bonding time, and keeping my milk production flowing!

Ok back to my awesome point. So I was talking to the LC and she couldn’t quite place me. She asked if I had been there before and I explained I had and when and how long it has been. Before I left we were chatting briefly again and she said “You look SO great. I mean really fit. I think that is why I didn’t recognize you at first! You really look great!” What a compliment! It felt nice to have someone say something about how different I look already.

Jason asked me, “so was she saying you were a fatty the last time she saw you?” I said, “I don’t think so. I had just had a baby two months before that. I still had some of the mushy baby weight on me. It is a GOOD thing that someone whom I have not seen in some time notices the difference in me. If she didn’t, then it would mean all of my hard work was for nothing.” He then agreed that my analysis was true. As a note, Jason never ever once said I looked fat or big or unattractive while pregnant or after! Quite the opposite actually. He always has been unable to keep his mitts to himself when it comes to me. You have to understand his sense of humor, which is dry and sarcastic, and sometimes gets him into trouble. So when he made that comment to me, I knew that he wasn’t saying he ever thought that. He was just being funny. So don’t worry, he doesn’t and hasn’t thought I was “a fatty” because I grew and birthed him his son! I wouldn’t be married to a man who treated me that way.

It just felt nice to hear someone that I do not know say that about me. She had no reason to say this to me. She didn’t know that I work out regularly. She didn’t know that my passion is fitness. She just thought I looked that way.