My twins are turning one is 3 days. Which means the question, “You’re breastfeeding twins?!” has turned into, “Are you STILL breastfeeding your twins?!”
I happen to love nursing. Because it makes my babies completely happy. And I don’t really have to do anything except sit there.
To get that kind of satisfaction out of my bigger girls, I have to jump on the trampoline, give piggy back rides or dance like a maniac to “Cotton Eye Joe.” Have you ever listened to that song? It’s like crack, Red Bull and Donald Trump combined. It’s very tiring.
Although breastfeeding Chase and Harlowe together isn’t quite as relaxing as it used to be. One of them always finishes first and the other, instead of lying there blissfully staring at me (feeling blessed I’m sure for having such a caring, loving mother), beelines for the edge of the bed.
So while I nurse one, I pretty much do a lot of ankle holding with the other to keep him or her from leaping off the bed.
Is that too Michael Jackson-dangling-his-toddler-over-a-balcony-esque for you all?
Good thing I didn’t show you this one.
In my defense, no babies have EVER fallen off the bed.
Okay, well, Dylan did. But come on, that was six years ago and it was my FIRST baby. Your first baby always falls off once. I’ve been very careful since then.
The only thing that really keeps Chase and Harlowe on the bed (besides my tight grip) is my phone. But just recently, Chase actually managed to take the back of the phone off, remove the battery and was working on the sim card when I intervened. I can only imagine that he was prepping for an interview with Blackberry.
I don’t know when I’m going to wean exactly. Definitely before they go to middle school in case you are worried about me being one of those quirky moms who breastfeeds indefinitely.
Of course, once a year passes, and a mother is still nursing, she really stops talking about it. Because all those people who judge women for not nursing suddenly judge other women for nursing too long.
So as far as you know, I’m going to start weaning in 3 days.
Okay, sometime between 3 days and their first day of middle school.
mama bird notes:
Can you do me a quick favor? Head on over to Brandie’s blog, A Journey of 1000 Stitches Begins with One and leave her a comment today. Brandie is having surgery this week for breast cancer and Tracey came up with the wonderful idea of inundating her blog with lots of comments of support, love and prayers. Thank you so much. xo