My little Indiana weaned herself at 15 months old. I was really happy with how far we got. I really wanted to feed her until we hit the magical twelve months old, and we got there with relative ease. After the first week or so, she was feeding like a little trooper, and continued to do so. It was a completely different experience than what I had with Cooper. His journey was hard, and frustrating. He never fed particularly well, and I constantly suffered from blocked ducts and low supply.
But with Indiana I never had a single blocked duct, I never had to take anything for supply (until I was sick) and never had pain. After my two stints of severe throat infections, at about 9 months, and then 11 months, both times I thought we would have to finish up feeding her. The first time I basically lost all my milk in a matter of twenty-four hours thanks to the dehydration. It took a full week to increase it back to a stable level for her, but we got there.
The second time I was prepared, and got to hospital early for a fluid bolus. But was devastated when told I would have to stop feeding Indi due to the contrast I was to receive for a scan. Luckily I researched further, only to find this wasn't the case and I could feed her the following day (it pays to question your medical teams if you aren't sure).
So we past the twelve months with relative ease. I admit that I physically was feeling drained as the next couple of months came on though. It's hard work breastfeeding, no matter your little ones age. She was also still waking a minimum of three times per night for a feed. Fourteen months of continually broken sleep is tiring. However I happily woke when she did and fed her before she would then settle back to sleep for a couple more hours.
At this age she was still being cuddled to sleep, both day and night. She would have a breastfeed (she never fell asleep at the breast, even as a baby), then would have her dummy and would then fall asleep in my arms (or daddy's if I was working). Sometimes this cuddle took five minutes. But as she was getting older it was getting harder. It could take me over an hour to get her to fall asleep in the evening. I was at my wits end, but couldn't make that decision to just put her in the cot...
Step in daddy, and she had one night where she was put in her cot, and after a few tears, and a couple of visits to return her dummy to her, she settled to sleep. It wasn't horrible for her, I hate control crying or anything similar, so it was gentle. But by the next night, she lay down in her cot, snuggling her Milly Bear, and settled to sleep.
At this point we weaned to just night time feeds, and bottles of cows milk in the day. I was happy with this as was she. But my milk started to decrease as the feedings did and by 15 months we had our final night time feed. The biggest positive from this is that now instead of waking for up to three breastfeeds a night, we have moved to having a drink of water, and then going back to sleep. And some nights she has actually slept right through, from 7am to 7pm! This is very exciting after 15 months of being woken every night. She has asked for her mummy milk both during the day and in the nights since, and most of the time she is okay when told her mummy milk has finished, but there have been a few times where she gets quite upset.
Having her final breastfeed
|It's a very sad moment when you sign for your mummy milk, and mummy reminds you that it's all finished. Distraction and tickles make it a little better though.|
|Now sleeping much better - with Milly Bear, Baby and Peanut|
Love you Miss Indiana x