Now it is my turn!

Bah Humbug! Now I am sick!

Tara is SLOWLY on the mend. She's got a flu virus of some sort that has manifested in a very nasty way resulting in a measles-like rash all over her body. She's eaten a bit today and is drinking again, but she's sleeping it all off (with the help of some medication). She's been in agony (screaming owie over and over for 4 days) so we've helped her calm down a bit.

The corners of her mouth have split and are infected, but getting better. It's halted any persistent booby that she may have wanted 'cause she can't open her mouth to feed effectively. Poor poppet.

But she did sleep all night (great for her), but as I came down with tonsilitis, I never managed to sleep through. I repeat, bah-humbug.


In other circles, I am sending love and light to my sister.

Ending a journey

I guess I can put this out here now. Now that it is actually happening.

Tara is weaning.

We are down to 1 feed every 2-4 days at the moment. If that. It's usually at night, and if she is inconsolable. Other times if she wakes we just sing and she goes back to sleep.

I must admit that I am feeling a touch of relief with the whole thing. As much as I adored breastfeeding in the beginning, some of my personal struggles later on made it a more difficult journey as she got older. I probably refused more than I should have, but I did offer occasionally.

I guess we will have the odd feed together for a little while yet, though who knows, she may have had her last feed.

When I think about her having her last feed ever, I cry a little. But at the same time I am so proud of the two year mark we made. Although happy about her weaning, I am also sad about loosing that part of our relationship. It's a hard thing to judge my true feelings on.

It's just another step on the road I guess. This journey ends, and another will begin.

So Sad

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Screaming!

My child just deleted the post I was halfway into writing. Why can't she learn not to touch my fricken mouse?!!

We are both feeling shite. She just wants to hold me, I can't stand her touching me. I can't stand her screaming at me. I want her to go and watch TV and stop whinging.

I know this is unreasonable, so before anyone starts commenting en-masse, stop. I'm just having a woe-is-me moment. I am tired and grumpy. Possibly hormonal, and as my post-that-she-deleted-five-seconds-prior would have attested to, stressing over some wedding bits and pieces.

wahh wahhh wahhhh. Why won't she just go to sleep?! (without the boob in her mouth and let me put her down asleep once she does fall)... she was asleep before but refused to let me put her down.

And while I am ranting, what the hell is it about babies fonding the other breast while feeding. It's enough to drive me insane and stop breastfeeding (I am not going to but I swear I am loosing it). I cannot stand her touching the other boob, but every fucking feed!! I remover her hand, tell her not to touch, explain I do not like it, get her to hold something else... the works. Nope. It occurs the next feed, and the feed after... and the feed after that. It disturbs me beyond anything.

ARGH!