Baby Led Weaning or Baby Led Solids was coined by Gill Ripply, a midwife and former health adviser.
I breast feed my two year old still. My walking, talking toddler. My little girl that can walk up to me and kindly ask, “Some boo boo please?” Two is too old to be nursing? Sorry she didn’t get that memo.
Some days I feel like a really bad mom. I want to eat breakfast without having her nursing in my lap. She does not understand why she can’t nurse and has a fit. I make her wait while I finish, all the while she is sobbing heartbreaking cries, as if someone had slapped her. I feel like a really bad mom.
Before a birthday party I explain to her that she cannot have boo boo at the party. She repeats “No boo boo at the party.” And a half hour after we get there, she asks to nurse. I take her out to the car and tell her she can nurse out here but not inside. As I’m walking out to my car, I pass a pregnant woman (girl? she looked young) smoking a cigarette, explaining to some relative of hers that “The doctor says I am in so much pain with this one because it’s my 4th baby in such a short amount of time….” I feel like a bad mom. I feel bad that I live in such a society, that I feel the need to nurse in the car, so no one will judge me for nursing my toddler, but this woman had no shame openly smoking while pregnant.
Every time I pick up my knitting or crochet, every time some task demands my full attention, she wants to nurse. I know it’s so she will have my full attention and I feel guilty.
Every time I nurse her I have mixed emotions. She is so sweet and only wants mama; she is so suffocating I can’t do anything.
Just tell her no. Only give it to her at home. Deal with the crying. Deal with the fit. Make her wait. Only give it to her at night. Just tell her no….Easy to say when you are not her mother. I know you are trying to help. I wish you understood.
As much as I love nursing her, I’m over it. I want to move on. As much as I’m over it, she is not. So honestly that is where I am with it. I want to be done and am slowly trying to wean her by telling her no, offering food or drink, redirecting her and ultimately giving in when these things fail.
An Awkward Mother
I love coconut! This was at the register at Target and honestly it was an impulse buy.
It is so gross. It taste like Parrot Bay rum dumped in coffee….. with no alcohol. But what did I expect from artificially flavored coffee?
So I made my own toasted coconut coffee this morning and it was pretty good! My mother in-law had a bag of Birds Eye frozen coconut in her freezer and gave it to me for my experiment.
First I preheated the oven to 350. Then I spread the the thawed coconut on a baking sheet and baked it for 5 minuets, stirred it and baked again for 5 more minutes.
After it cooled I ran it through the coffee grinder, placed it on top of the coffee grounds and brewed my coffee like normal.
The coconut flavor was very subtle but good!
An Awkward Mother.
Please excuse any grammer errors. I did not have an editor for this post.
I have seen this posted on Facebook as peoples status numerous times.
Instead of commenting on the persons status and possibly hurting someones feelings or making them upset I decided to take this regurgitated bull shit and break it down.
So you laugh at people who choose not to spank / swat / hit their children? Because you know better than the parents of said child. Because you have had your own children, who you spanked, you are an expert on all children. My child?
You don’t hate your own parents, you have no trust issues with them. Well that must apply to ALL children than right? No child who is spanked will ever hate there parents or have trust issues, because after all they were just getting what they deserved, right?
You feared screwing up and doing things your way. So I should pass that fear to my own child….. I should suppress my child’s instincts to try things her way. I should squash her curiosity and replace it with fear.
Oh you respected your parents? Well that’s nice. Because it really seams like you were just scared shitless to make the wrong move and fell in line. And don’t you dare step out of that line, or you will get smacked. SPANKING = RESPECT?
You claim that you were not abused just disciplined. And because people do not hit, oh I mean “discipline”, that’s the problem with the worlds children to day. Humm, seems like the people that are the most messed up had messed up childhoods. You, nor anyone else, can lay claim to what the problem with kids today is. Why would you respect some asshole who hit you all your childhood? RESPECT = RESPECT.
So if you are not giving it you damn well should not just be expecting it.
As an adult survivor of child abuse, I take issue with this type of mindset. YOU are the adult, you should be able to control yourself. Children learn from what they see their parents doing. If your child is a disrespectful little shit, you better check your self.
Comment if you got your butt smacked and take issue with it!
– An Awkward Mother
Starting a blog is something I have thought of for some time. Then I kept talking myself out of it. Who the hell wants to read what I have to say? I do not feel like I can be the “real” me on Facebook or other social media. I feel like there is always going to be someone who gets offended or has some negative shit to say. I can get my real thoughts and feelings out in writing, but most of it is not for everyone else. Its for myself to help myself organize my thoughts and for a little therapy. And sometimes it is for you. Some thing to read, a window to another life, a gimps at an awkward mother.