It’s no secret that despite the scarily difficult experience with our first-born, Mr. P and I are would love a second baby. Bad news from my gynecologist, Dr. H, during my check up yesterday; in his words, “your uterus wall lining is thin and your ovaries seem a little too quiet”. Simply put, there is no way in hell I am getting pregnant.
This is extremely frustrating because we have been trying for a good 10 months now; Clover came barely 3 months after I got off 10 years worth of birth control pills. With friends and their dogs pregnant or having given birth, we must have missed the baby dust trucks!
There is a very simple first step solution to (try to) rectify this – STOP BREAST FEEDING COMPLETELY. And so I was forced to take this drastic measure of cutting C off cold turkey.
I am not going to lie; it’s horrible even if I
am was only nursing her 2-3 times a day (of which the bed time suckle was more for comfort than sustenance). There were tears, both hers and mine 😦 (Wait, do hormones come into play when weaning?
C being the
stubborn ox strongwilled girl spent most of today alternating between whining and ignoring me; perhaps to punish me for restricting her access to “boobie boobie boobie!!!”. Admittedly, I am a bit of a drama queen but it sure felt like all my nightmares were coming true. She cried in my arms when I took her away from my helper and then proceeded to attempt to leap out of my arms towards her. FML.
I’d like to say C is officially weaned off the boobs but it’s barely 34 (oh look who is counting?) hours since she last nursed. I am not even sure if we would relapse, especially with a couple of trips coming up.
Anyhoodle, here’s to hoping my insides start functioning and that time of the month would come soon. Else I am back to the doc’s for more tests. Or maybe we are just not destined to be blessed with another.