My two year old nursling has some new breastfeeding habits that I find charming, but mainstream parents would see as a reason to wean. She has learned to say, "My turn," to her brother and sister when she wants something (lick of a popsicle, a toy, etc.). Of course, her English is sketchy, so it comes out as, "My nurn," and is often shouted rather than said. She has begun to say, "My nurn," when she wants to switch the breast she's nursing on for the other one. It cracks me up because it's always her turn when it comes to breastfeeding; she has no competition (until her hoped-for adopted newborn sibling arrives anyway).
A couple of weeks ago, we shared a sweet nursing moment in Target. I had taken all of the kids into the Family Bathroom (a genius invention) to pee before we began shopping. While her siblings were taking turns with the toilet, Grace asked to nurse. I employed a trick I figured out long ago when I had a toddler who wanted to breastfeed but was too heavy for me to hold while standing up. I pulled down the plastic changing platform and sat Grace on it with her legs hanging off of the front. That way, I could stand in front of her and nurse without straining my back. I was looking down at her sweet little face, and she pulled off to say, "I dub meemee," which translates to, "I love nursing," because meemee is her word for it. As soon as she'd said it, she latched back on :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
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