Breastfeeding in our house has officially come to an end. September 30th was my self-imposed deadline to stop, and I've stuck to it. I miss the nursing sessions like I miss feeling Baby's (aka Mason's) nudges, pokes, and kicks during pregnancy. A small part of me will yearn for those experiences for a while, perhaps forever. They are some of life's most special seasons--all mind blowing, humbling, and incredibly fleeting.
Mason balked when we first began the weaning process in early August, but by the end, he was so used to bottles, he barely noticed that nursing had ended. Although it initially hurt my feelings, I'm glad he took to cows' milk as easily as he did.
Weaning him from the bottle, however, has proven extremely difficult. Wouldn't you know it that he finally learned to hold his bottle and feed himself only about a week or two before we took the bottle away? (Having few bottles these past six months, since we pulled him out of daycare, he's never had a consistent string of bottles with which to learn.) How convenient to put Mason and his bottle in the stroller and he could feed himself! I was sad to give that up. He's a little messier with the sippy cup.
This past Friday, Brad and I went cold turkey and put away all the bottles. We explained the situation to him, and geared up for a battle. He not only refused any sippy cup (with milk or water) all day, he grew downright angry each time a sippy cup even crossed his line of vision, almost as if he were insulted by the mere sight of it. You can see in the picture below that by Saturday (day 2), things weren't much better. (Side note: poor timing on our parts with trying to wean him from the bottle and take our annual trip to the pumpkin patch, all in the same weekend. It was a little much for all of us.)
Even by the end of Saturday, he was still a wreck.
On Sunday (day 3), he took sporadic sips of milk from the sippy cup during the day, which gave us hope! But then Mason got angry again and had a complete meltdown when offered milk in the sippy cup at bedtime. We'll see what my bullheaded boy pulls today (day 4). He can't hold out that much longer. Or can he?
Does anyone else have a stubborn child like mine?