Hee, hee. I wanted to give as much guessing time on this one as possible, ’cause it was getting funny. First of all, thanks to all of you who were waiting to congratulate us on a pregnancy. It turns out that babies don’t actually come from under cabbage leaves, but I can understand why you were confused. You can also stop looking out the window for that stork…
Yes, we’ve weaned Boobaby, after 2 years and a month. (I so don’t want to put my foot in my mouth again about breastfeeding, so I’ll just say that 25 months worked for us.) Weaning cold turkey isn’t all that easy on one’s boobs (or so I’ve heard), and apparently everyone knows that a cabbage leaf or two on the ol’ booby will ease engorgement.
In fact, breastfeeding was working so well, I don’t know if we’d have had the cojones to stop at all. (OK, wrong metaphor, sorry.) However, having Working Mom pumped on morphine and Vicodin and god knows what else seemed like a good enough time to call an end to it.
The weaning was surprisingly easy — for the baby, that is. After one night with mom away at the hospital, Boo hardly asked for mamma-mo again.
And, of course, it’s a good thing we’re not pregnant (and we have been trying!), since it would have made surgery and recovery really difficult and potentially risky. Now that WM’s not nursing, though, maybe in a couple of months when we can try again… keep your fingers crossed!