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November 22, 2011


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Oh god, weaning was utter HELL. It turned me into a deranged, hormonal monster, and then I got mastitis (400 miles from home no less) but didn't realize it until I was violently, violently ill, and the best remedy? Nursing MORE, so I had to start all over again...it was just, a total horror show. I don't really know why nobody talks about it but, yeah- I feel for you- it's terrible.

It took 3 months to fully wean Miss L, and I'm really glad I did it that way. Anything else seems like insanity, unless you have to. The longer you stretch out the weaning time, the better. No sore boobs, and Miss L never seemed to notice she was being weaned.

Oh yes. Nothing quite so awful as weaning. I not only felt crazy and engorged and hormonal, but THAT'S when I gain the 30 pounds that even pregnancy didn't accomplish.

I appreciate this post--because, I don't care if it is Thanksgiving--I'm still pissed about my boobs. They were fantastic. And now...not.

I'm way past weaning--oldest is 9 and youngest is 6. Got the pre-baby body back through hard work and living right--but the boobs, no dice there. Once sapped, always sapped. No amount of pilates will change that.

Boo hiss.

Hang in there! I just went through this two months ago. My kid finally weaned the day after she turned 3. Thankfully, she wasn't feeding all that much so I didn't experience engorgement, but my hormones were at war with me and everyone around me. I'm with Liza. I miss being able to eat an extra 500 calories per day and having the soothing effects of prolactin consume my usually anxious self, but I guess I could wear a dress without hiking it all the way up to my arm pits, like I had to do at my grandma's funeral when my kid needed a drink.

Love your Doobie comment! Made me LOL!!!

Cheer yourself up by making your husband a nice batch of funky coleslaw.

Then sit back, light a nice big doobie and watch him eat it.

Just wanted to let you know, "some people" still call them doobies :D

Hmm..now I'm wondering how much my short temper is pregnancy hormones and how much is the weaning. I've been one cranky mother, for sure.

I just got over a nasty bug that dehydrated me and made my supply tank, big time. I started to think maybe this would be the perfect time for the little 13 month old, boob-obsessed, angel of darkness to get the hint that it's time to move on. Instead she's been throwing temper tantrums up my shirt and yanking on me non-stop to try to get my supply back up again. She's too smart, and I feel too guilty. Looks like all those snide remarks I made to people about bfing until college to prove a point might actually come to fruition. FML.

I feel you. Going through same thing with#3 at 14 months. Apparently he didn't get the 1yo memo about milk and upping solids and weaning, so I've been trying to drop a "nursing session," as the books call it, per week. Molasses, this process...

As a breast feeding failure - that's right - I make almost no milk and my baby at 2 weeks old was dehydrated and needed pedialyte at the doctor's office, I understand the guilt. I worry that my kids will go on to be homeless and uneducated due to a lack of breast milk, and they sucked down that formula like golden milk.
AS far as the pain goes -- it is awful....the worst pain and sweating and hormonal rages ever -- and guess what? my boobs are still sagging due to age....

Love me some cabbage and frozen peas in baggies for engorgement. Oh, the humanity.

You left out the guilty feelings of stopping.

With big Boobs to begin with, your Boobs start aging wayyyy earlier.

I never had to to try the cabbage, that seems like a whole different level of humiliating pain. I mean produce on your breasts is just wrong.

I feel like my breasts after nursing three kids look more like some sort of small butternut squash than a lime. They are tiny, but significantly stretched. THAT is simply cruel.

You know what else sucks about weaning and not being pregnant or trying really hard to become pregnant?

No more eating for 2. Josie is 3 and I'm just barely back to pre-pregnancy weight; I'm still 12 lbs up from my pre-Noah-pregnancy weight. I'm working pretty hard -- there's a chance I'll be there by the time he's 6.

No prolactin and a lot less ice cream. Whose idea was that?

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