We did it… made it through 8 months without a dummy AAANNNDDD regret? Is it regret? It is when he’s teething and wakes up a thousand times throughout the night (ok more like 5). Or when I’m trying desperately to remember how the hell I actually night wean. My daughter had a dummy so bit of a different scenario.
Seriously though, how do I do this again? First time she self weaned around this time at least in the day from memory. This little boy though, he loooovveess his food and loves the boob. My husband keeps reminding him that they are only on loan :o) .
Wean Plan A
We were going to change to a bottle before bedtime to make sure he was filling up enough… FAIL. It worked one night out of 4. And we discovered the little turd has become all fussy about only wanting the liquid gold and no formula (our fault for not giving it to him after the premmie episode I guess). So now we are stuck with a selective palette vampire…
Cut down gradually.. just like you do when you realise you are drinking a bottle of wine to yourself with dinner. It’s now night 5 coming up. I’m down to two feeds through the night. One usually between 11 and 12:30 and the other between 3 and 4. I don’t count the 5-6am as night to make myself feel better as well as the fact that it is technically morning and I’m usually up.
I’ve progressed to phase 2 which is only feeding one side when I go in. It’s worked every night but last night when the teeth monsters were having a party.
Tonight, we are going to attempt to forego feed number one by sending in the boobless parent which may move feed number 2 up to a new timeslot. Wish us luck!
No, this isn’t the sequel to ‘Three men and a baby’, rather a tale of my first flying experience with both kids.
Given the current air quality in Canberra, and both kids experiencing smoke inhalation symptoms, we headed up north to my brothers. Hubby couldn’t come along as he had a job with an end of month deadline, so we left him and our furry friend at home.
I tried to pack light, and managed to get all of our clothes etc. into one bag weighing 21kg. But then I realised Virgin only let you on with 3 baby items (cot, car seat and pram), so had to disguise the feeding/don’t have to hold you 24/7 chair as another suitcase… sigh. Luckily I had people at both ends to help carry the load.
Little man was snug as a bug in the Ergo carrier, and little miss walked alongside with her backpack stuffed full of toys.
Breastfeeding while flying on the first leg was easy. There was no one directly next to me so I used a combination of my vest and a wrap to stop the 15 year old boys sitting across the aisle from being horrified. Second flight I had a man next to me, so opted for the bottle. Not because I thought he wasn’t keen on side boob. Realistically, there was no room and logistically someone was either going to elbow the baby in the head or I’d have to sit in some contorted way.
Placement of items when you have a 4 year old asking for things and a baby in your lap is very important. We learnt quickly that:
- Throwing your jumper on the ground at the window seat resulted in your jumper being iced over when you got cold 15 mins later.
- Snacks need to be in a separate pocket so you don’t have to rummage while trying not to squash your baby.
- Your own water bottle should probably live in an easy to access side pocket (I got very thirsty along the way).
- The bottle neck needs to be wider than the formula container (let’s just say my black pants had a bit of white powder on them when we hopped off).
- Try and make sure your older child has gone to the bathroom before your baby falls asleep in your arms and the seatbelt sign has turned on for landing
Overall pretty stress free. There was the mad rush to the bathroom at Brisbane airport due to our first flight being delayed (the ones next to our gate had a long queue so we hobbled with my broken toe to the next lot). We had 3 of us in the toilet as the plane started to descend, and realistically I packed nowhere near enough food as I was relying on eating at the airport between flights.
No poonamis, tantrums or things lost, so I’d say it was a success.
So here we were, 2 months down and we had finally gotten into a groove. You could even say we were starting to develop a routine.
I’d finally worked out that you need to have your shower and get dressed before the husband leaves for work. That’s if you don’t want to still be in your pyjamas at 10. I no longer got pee all over my hands and clothes as I scrambled to contain the fire hydrant while changing nappies. And I was winning on the breastfeeding front. My boobs no longer felt like they were being attacked by razor blades (yep they still hurt second time round at the start).
Just when I felt like my mum of 2 under 5 routine was going alright, the kid decided to stop wanting to breastfeed. No big deal.. we’ve only just slaved away at this for the last 2 months including expressing after every feed when he was premature.
So there we were… trying every feed anyway. You crying, me thinking WTF, us both getting frustrated. This never happened with my daughter so I had no idea what was going on.
We gave in to the formula, and I once again became best friends with the pump. Luckily, the night feeds still worked a treat. I also noticed if he wasn’t too tired he would feed for a little bit in the day. BUT my steriliser went into full time work anyway, and we went through a glorious few days of vomiting and gas until we found the right formula too.
Finally, after almost 2 weeks, we are back to normal. I couldn’t tell you exactly what happened or why he decided he no longer liked my milkshake flavour. Speaking to a few friends, they said they went through it too. Some persevered, others dropped the breastfeeding earlier than they wanted to. Either way, food is being consumed and that’s number 1. Keeps us guessing, right?