Serving doubles at the breastfeeding bar, straight up with a twist of peaceful parenting.
So you want to wean.
You want to wean, and I hope someone in your support circle is listening. Breastfeeding unearths such strong emotions. That’s how it works, after all. And you feel strongly about this. So you’re weaning.
Did you know the verb ‘to wean’ originates from the Hebrew phrase meaning ‘to ripen’? Presumably, the idea is when a child enters a state of readiness for being entirely weaned, he has ripened, and this itself is a significant milestone.
I went to a destination wedding this weekend in Charleston with my husband a.k.a. The Designated Dad (TDD) and our nursling MaiTai. The Bride and Groom are close relatives and TDD was the Best Man.
The first night I was excited to attend the rehearsal dinner. Shortly after arriving, I left briefly to use the bathroom. On my way back I was cornered — literally cornered — by the dinner’s host (another close family member). Let’s call him… Dinner Host.
“I need you to do me a big favor,” Dinner Host said. Ooh, exciting! I must be in on some kind of special surprise, I figured. Jokingly, I said, “Maybe, depends on the favor!”
Dinner Host’s face turned solemn and funereal. Something serious was afoot. Something dramatic. The thought actually crossed my mind if he was about to ask me to take someone to the Emergency Room.
“Holly,” he said. “I’m asking that if [MaiTai] needs to nurse tonight, that you go somewhere else. I know you’re very passionate about this, but honestly it isn’t the time or place.” Read More
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