Breastfeeding a Toddler -- That's So Not My Plan

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breastfeedingBefore I was a mom, I'd visit my friend who was still nursing her then three-year-old, and exchange knowing eye-rolls with the other adults in the room. "That's absurd!" I'd say to my husband the second we left her house. "That child has a full set of teeth ... she could be eating steak!"

Fast-forward three years. Judgmental mom (note my raised hand) is still breastfeeding her two-year-old. Watch those eye-rolls, ladies. Been there, done that.

I didn't plan to breastfeed for this long, but if there's one thing I've learned in the past two years, it's that kids and plans don't always mesh.

When I was pregnant, I figured I'd breastfeed my baby for three months. That's how long my mom breastfed me. That's what I knew. My mom didn't breastfeed my sisters -- it was looked down upon in those days. In our neck of the woods, only barbarians and those who couldn't afford formula would even consider breastfeeding. But the pendulum swung, and when I was born, nursing was in vogue. Lucky me.

Of course, we all know that the real reason my mother breastfed me and not my sisters is because she loved me more. Much, much more.

But then my sister told me she had breastfed her daughters for six months (she obviously didn't want them to suffer the same awful fate she had from not having been breastfed -- whatever that was, I wasn't privy to it). Six months, that sounds right, I thought, mentally erasing the 3 on my "breastfeeding plan" and changing it to a 6. My sister is a great mom, she knows what she's doing. Six months it is!

After my baby was born, I was reading baby books round the clock (I was up anyway), and my six-month plan turned into a one-year plan. Many of the books suggested that a year was a good, healthy, normal amount of time to breastfeed. One year was best for baby. And didn't I want to do what was best for baby? Yes! Sign me up! I wanted to be good, normal, and healthy. I wanted to do the "best" for my baby. The added bonus? I could outdo my older sister -- nothing like a little sibling rivalry to keep the juices -- or in this case, the milk -- flowing.

A week later, I was screeching at my husband at the top of my lungs at some ungodly hour:


My husband, groggy, obediently went down to the kitchen, sterilized some bottles, found the formula they had stuck in our hospital "gift bag," and came trudging back upstairs, baby bottle in hand.


I was exhausted. My baby was nursing for an hour, every two hours, round the clock. That meant we'd start again every other hour. My nipples were cracked, bleeding, and so sore I couldn't bear to have anything touch them. I was naked from the waist up 24/7. Let me just say here that I'm so modest I'd never even actually seen my own boobs, never mind had someone else ogle them. Now my porn-size melons were right out there in the open for all the world -- or at least our female visitors -- to see.

One of our guests wistfully reminisced about the "wonderful, bonding 2 a.m. nursing sessions she shared with her daughter."

"She's off her rocker," I hissed at my husband. "There's nothing wonderful about it." Then, when my hormones shifted ever so slightly, "What's wrong with me?! Why isn't it wonderful?" followed by a bout of uncontrollable sobbing.

At my daughter's two-week check-up, the pediatrician said she hadn't gained enough weight, but being the generous guy he was, he'd give me another week. Or else. Or else I'd have to supplement with formula. I expressed my surprise -- my exceptionally pudgy, very pleasant baby seemed happy and healthy to me. Still, the doctor scrawled FAILURE TO THRIVE in huge letters across the bottom of my daughter's chart. That, of course, was medical jargon for VERY BAD MOM.

I was a wreck. I had been starving my baby to death. My baby, on the other hand, was completely chill -- obviously she was too weak from hunger to complain.

We had a lactation consultant come to the house. A nice little old Italian grandma from La Leche League. She was my people. I knew she'd take good care of my baby and me. By the time she left, I hated the bitch.

She made me feel like crap for having had a very involuntary c-section. I already knew I had pretty much ruined my daughter's chances at having a happy, fulfilling life, but she didn't have to rub it in. And when I had the gall to ask her how to coordinate pumping with breastfeeding so that I could stash some milk, but still have enough to nurse my daughter, she was furious. "You will never pump," she said. "You will never be away from this baby. You will take this baby everywhere you go." I sort of never planned to leave my baby, I was just thinking it might be nice for, uh, her dad to feed her once in a while. I clearly was very bad at this mom thing. The good doctor had been right to note it on my permanent record.

I continued to feed my baby every two hours. It wasn't fun. The actual nursing was fine, it was the latching on that was excruciating. I dutifully kept the breastfeeding and pooping log Italian grandma had given me (though I screened her calls and never spoke to her again). I still can't believe I made that witch a delicious chicken and avocado sandwich.

I went back to the pediatrician. My baby had gained weight. A lot. Turns out the scale had been broken the week before and they replaced it. I wanted to grab my daughter's chart and write VERY STUPID DOCTOR on it. That's mom jargon for YOU'RE FIRED.

It still hurt when I breastfed so I went to another lactation consultant -- this one an R.N. Her primary goal was to help my baby and me conquer the breastfeeding thing, not push her own agenda. She was smart and kind, and she helped a lot. I left there feeling like a not-so-bad mom. I should have brought her a sandwich.

I continued to breastfeed and gradually, the nipple pain went away. My daughter and I got into a rhythm. Nursing became old hat, and yes, wonderful -- but it wasn't always easy. At 6 months, I had a blocked milk duct. At 9 months, I got a serious case of poison ivy ... all over my boobs. At 12 months, my daughter was still nursing every three hours round the clock (did mama ever sleep? not so much). Since I'm not a public breast-feeder (that whole modesty thing), my schedule revolved around being able to get home in time to feed her. I spent my fair share of time in public bathroom stalls and the backseat of my car. I never did pump or use bottles in the end, but only because it just seemed so darn complicated.

Somewhere in there, I read that the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that breastfeeding continue at least through the first year of life; the World Health Organization recommends breastfeeding for the first two years and beyond. I read a lot of other things too -- research and studies that I won't bore you with here -- that made a lot of sense to me. I also had the luxury of not having to go into an office to work. Scratch that whole one year thing. I was going for two.

So a few months ago, when my daughter's second birthday was fast approaching, I began to explore the different ways of weaning, and even started to try a few out. After all, two years of breastfeeding was the plan, and I was sticking to the plan. I mean a plan is a plan.

The problem is, it seems my daughter has a "plan" of her own.


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nonmember avatar Pam K

I'm so sorry you had to deal with that LLL Leader. She was way out of line and did not stay within LLL's guidelines. Her job was to help you with what would work for you and your daughter - not tell you how to parent. I hope that one woman did not turn you off to the entire organization.

I'm so glad you stuck with it! I used to think the same way before I had kids. My youngest turned 5 in December and still nurses to sleep every night. Had someone told me that I'd one day be nursing a 5 year old, I would've tried to have them committed!!!! He will completely wean and fall asleep by himself when he is ready. I just go with the flow for now - which is a funny way to put it because I actually have no milk that I can tell - 10 minutes a day for the past 18 months does not keep up a supply. ;)

We have our plans and our children have their own!

nonmember avatar Ingrid

This is my story totally! I kept moving the "deadline" out and out and out. The only thing that really stopped me was getting pregnant. And even then I *considered* the idea of "tandem breastfeeding" (my son was 2.5 at the time) HOWEVER... it was so incredibly painful to breastfeed when my hormones started kicking in that I decided to stop. My son had liked breastfeeding for when he was upset, and so instead of breastfeeding, I offered him a "booby hug" where he would just hold it and not feed. This lasted for a couple months and then he stopped completely. We moved from booby-hugs to regular old hugs.

neska neska

Thanks so much for writing this! I'm nursing 17-month-old twins, and while we're on the path to weaning (I need to be on meds that are no-no during BFing), I NEVER thought I'd be nursing this long. It really is a little badge of pride to wear, in addition to being a wonderful parenting and bonding experience for everyone.

nonmember avatar Elizabeth

I breastfeed my son until he was two, except for when I was taking pain medication from gall bladder surgery, then it was half breast milk, half formula. I loved breastfeeding, it made me feel closer to him. But when he was a little past his second birthday and he bit me I cut him off. It actually went pretty well, but two years is definatly my cut-off point. I don't want the pain of a nipple bite again.

nonmember avatar Christine

When I started, I said "At least three months, hopefully six." My son turns 4 in three weeks, and I've been nursing solid the whole time, including through my second pregnancy and now tandem (another thing I said I'd never do) with his little sister who is 17 months. I'd like to think I'll wean them both when she turns 2, but who knows? I'm really not in charge, so much.

nonmember avatar Whitney Go

I respect your choice to breastfeed. I never breastfed. I had no interest in doing so. My son was never sick, never underweight and no health issues, no allergies, etc. to this day - and he's 15! He's only been to the doc for physicals.

I bonded with him by being with him - all the time. I was a SAHM for most of his life (give or take a few years), went to all his school functions, every baseball game and knew all his friends names - even now I do. We talk openly and he knows he can ask me anything and he'll get the honest answer.

Whatever your choice, remember it's love, understanding and trust that forms bonds.

nonmember avatar Mary

I am so glad you persevered. Remember that with everything else in your child's life. My eleventh was born nine months ago (he nurses every two hours still) and I nursed them all on demand. Except the first one because the nurse sent me home with bottles of water and said it was good for the baby and would give me a break. (I did not want a break unless it was with the baby sleeping by my side). I did not understand that it would fill him up and mess up my milk production. I brought every baby with me everywhere I went for one year unless it was a close short errand. I learned over the years and many weeks of bleeding nipples and excruciating latchings on that when baby is done to express a little more milk and put it on the nipple and let dry. I found this to be the best way to heal cracks and not ever get them again. They grow fast, so slow down, nurse, enjoy your baby, it is the best thing for him. That's why God made it that way. There will be a day when you get to sleep more and not be nursing every two hours and it will come all too soon.

momin... mominlovex4

this is great! i like how she explains the first few weeks of bf. i did not bf my other 3 children past 4wks do to food allergies that they developed. so i only ever got to deal with the pain of bf. so when this baby was 4wks and was not colic or developing eczema i was worried i would actually have to keep this up. but around 6wks something wonderful happened. it stopped hurting and i actually started to enjoy it. now almost 10months later and i am so happy to still be nursing and plan on going past the first year. the only problem now is i feel guilty for not nursing my others longer. but i love how this story is written.

nonmember avatar Debbie

OMG...sounds just like my story. My sister BF her 3 kids until their 3rd birthday. She said that at 3 they can reason so you just're more nay, nay and that's it. I vividly remember her telling me at 2 days into breastfeeding my son that it was 6 mos before there was always milk when the baby wanted it. I thought I would DIE. I remember thinking I wouldn't make 6 weeks because Travis nursed for 2 hrs slept for 20 min, etc. Guess what, Travis will be 3 July 20...I am just starting to wean him off night feeds. He still nurses every 2 hrs if I let him. It's hard to give up something that is easy, always works and requires no prep or clean up. 3 yrs is definitely my limit though...;-> Glad to know I'm not so odd. Of course he's very smart, never been sick and is cute as a bunny which is all, because I BF him...right? Too funny. Hang in there girls the days last forever...but the years fly by.

imthe... imthemama0608

Great Job Mama!!! I planned to stop with my daughter when she turned 1, I said "I cant imagine having this huge kid on my lap", then realizing that she doesnt go from itty bitty baby to huge toddler over night, i didnt notice the change as much as I thought, and she was not ready at 1 to stop so we kept going, she nursed through my pregnancy with my son, and I tandem nursed until she was almost 4, she still sneaks it during the night though.=)and my son is still going!! He is 2.

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