One of these days, I’m going to get to sit my boys down and explain to them the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”, about how you shouldn’t tell lies, for many reasons but one of which is that you want people to believe you when you really need them to believe. I’ll read them that classic story, much like my mom did when I was little.
I feel a little bit like that boy when it comes to weaning Spencer. I’ve thought he was done with bedtime nursing many times now. He went away to Grandma’s for almost a week in January and I was prepared for that to be the end, but nope! Then we changed up the bedtime routine and again I thought that would be it. We spent several days at a relative’s house in Ohio and he went almost an entire week without nursing at bedtime but as soon as we got home, to the loveseat we went, every night before bed.
Because of these false endings, I’m a little hesitant to tell you that I think we really are done now. No, really. After 2 years and 4 months to the day.
Last week, the third and final week of me being home alone with the boys while my husband was away for work, Miles and Spencer decided they couldn’t live without sleeping in the same room again. You may remember that a few months ago, Miles moved down the hall into a rather unusual sleeping arrangement and it has been working well, except that Spencer has been giving me a little trouble at bedtime recently. In a moment of sleep-deprived, worn-down-to-nothing, “When does Daddy come home??” weakness, I got Miles’s toddler bed out of the garage and re-assembled it next to Spencer’s toddler bed. They were so excited that they went to bed early and even though Spencer still gave me a little trouble going to sleep, it has gotten better and they are loving the new arrangement.
Yes, I’m ready for this. More than ready. He went much longer than I ever expected and more than I thought I could handle. After 14 rough breastfeeding months with Miles, Spencer was kind of a dream nurser. We had a brief little hiccup around Week 3, but with some help and reassurance from the local La Leche League, we had a long and happy nursing relationship.
It’s always a little bittersweet, these milestones with your kids. You feel so proud of them for being able to do something new – learning to walk, sleep through the night, visit Grandma overnight – but at the same time, you feel a little wistful for the baby days of burp cloths and snoozing on your lap. I’m happy about the way our nursing relationship ended and yeah, I’ll say it – I’m a little proud of myself for sticking with it, even through the times when I just wanted to put him to bed already! But instead of getting sappy and teary-eyed, I’ll just give him extra hugs and kisses when I tuck him in bed and tell him what a big boy he’s becoming.