This cute little pie is sixteen months old and I'm still not realizing how fast time run! I still remember the day she born and still I could feel the softness of her skin like rose petals. I remember her first months face, how it looked, but later I really don't get how she was, she was then changing, changing and changing... Overall height and weight changed, face changed and her little fingers have grown to few cms... :-)
When I think about nursing, it is an intimate feeling that fosters a
strong bond between me and my daughter and I find it difficult to let
that go. YES, Of course, even though I wanted to wean, yet still feel
uneasy about it, may be kinda of guiltiness. But night waking for almost
sixteen months would come to an end.
wanted to register one thing here in high tone and VERY seriously. I
wanted to fulfill the needs of my daughter ahead of what OTHER people
might think. Everybody (mainly OLD ones) feels that feeding a baby more
than 11 months is a sin. They simply tell me the reason as that it would
be tough to make the baby wean once baby start realizing what happens
with her mother. I felt tough to continue nursing, when every one else
in the family frowns on my choice.
as I said earlier I felt it is more important to fulfill my baby's
needs and moreover I wanted to build a stronger bond between me and my
baby. That is the only time we spent together without anyone's
interruptions. I know each and every inch of her body, even I could find
any tiny marks on her. I feel that is the time for only mother and
coming to the moment of weaning, I prepared very well and my daughter
seems not much interested in feeding, but wanted to feel my closeness. I
gradually decreased the counts and it was only bed time I fed her and
she started getting the habit of waking up in the midnight and asking
for "B". I don't know either it is "B" or "Bee". She has named like this
for the nursing process. :-) I
have to tell how Thamizhini named like this. I used to have pillow for
support when I nurse her. And that pillow has nice flower design on it.
Thamizhini is always fond of flowers and she initially called "Poovi"
for Poo. Later it became a habit for Thamizhini to get that pillow for
feeding and she says "Poovi". If Nalin tells Thamizhini to go and have
"ungaa", she first go and gets that pillow, then comes to me by saying,
"Amma Poovi". And somehow that Poovi turned in to B as short.
|Hmm... Amma wants to break it.... But I'm not ready!!!|
|No one can come in between me and Amma!|
|Her Happiness on her smile...|
|Yeah!I named it!|
|Amma feels bad that I'm not letting her to sleep :-(|
|Amma, I'm sad and I need you always.|
|We are done!|
I was totally shocked and did not know what to do. I woke nalin up and told him to take Thamizhini out to show two helicopters. Yes, there were two helicopters flying on the sky. I have known that nothing will work out, except helicopters, since she was bored of Kakka, Pura and all! Somehow she forgot about "B" and started playing.
|Grr.. All are cheating me....|
|At last I forgot everything and sleeping nicely!|
And to my surprise, she did not get up in the middle of night and we continued this setup for one more week. Even sometimes she somehow gets reminded about B and asks me. I started telling that "B Kakka thookitu poyiduchu", I hope she was satisfied with the answer as there were no pillows on the bed.