I am currently entering the phase of the year where I am most reminded of the fact that my mom died. Yes, I know, every day I am reminded that she died, but as we enter spring,
For days, weeks really I thought I’d wake up at 2:30 in the morning like the other two kids, have my water break, and it would be birth time. But days went by, nights went on, and even with daily contractions, there was no baby.
The week of my third child’s birth I was having consistent contractions that would just… stop. It’s actually called Prodromal Labor, and I had it with all 3 of my pregnancies. I’d be up all night thinking it was the night, and fall asleep. I’d wake up to it all gone.
Night weaning is not an easy decision to make. Or maybe for some it’s the easiest one… I guess it depends on who you ask. For me, I knew it was the right time when our breastfeeding relationship became one sided. My child wanted to nurse more than I could handle (whether physically or emotionally), and I needed a break. Breastfeeding is like any relationship,