I am 7 months pregnant and about to have my baby shower.
“Uhhh, what’s a breast pump?” I reply dumbly.
“It’s something that you use to pump the milk from your breasts so that you can store it in bottles for your baby,” she says, “Everyone does it. My friend pumps when she’s in the car on her way home from work.”
My eyes nearly pop out of my head.
I imagine my boobs attached to the hose of a vaccuum machine while sitting in bumper to bumper traffic. The trucker driving next to me winks and flashes his cell phone number.
“No thank you,” I say wiping perspiration from my brow, “I think we’ll skip that part.”
Fast forward 16 months:
“Honey, it’s time to wean our son,” my husband says as he watches our son pop off my boob, inspect my nipple curiously and then swat at it with his small hand.
I look up at my darling husband, “What? But…but… he’s my baby! This is my only cuddle time with him! I was going to nurse him at least until he’s ready for college.” I pause, “At least.”
The Happy Hubby stares back at me, firm in his decision, “It’s time.”
I sigh and look down at the Happy Buddy, but he’s already finished and has flown out of my lap to get back to his toys – that are apparently much more interesting than my nipple.
And that was the beginning of our quest to wean the Happy Buddy. But we have a problem. Because I never pumped or gave him a bottle, he has not learned how to suck on anything other than me. As we decrease his nursings, everyone keeps telling me that I need to increase his liquid intake in another way, but he will not drink from a cup!
This is what happens: I give the Happy Buddy a Sippy Cup. He acts like I’m giving him a $500 allowance. He eagerly and joyfully puts it in his mouth and begins to chew on the spout ravenously, but he never takes one sip – thus destroying the purpose of the “Sippy” Cup.
Oh, the Mom Guilt! I constantly wrestle with the voices in my head, “If only I had introduced the Sippy Cup sooner!” “If only I had given him a bottle from the beginning!” “Now, because of me, my baby is going to be malnourished and dehydrated!!!!!!!!!!!”
The people at WalMart know me now because I have gone so many times to buy Sippy Cups. We must have at least 67 different kinds in our cupboard. I think this confuses the Happy Buddy more than anything! He’s probably thinking, “Sheesh, Mom. Stick with one kind please! And while you’re at it, just put a chocolate milkshake in there and I will show you what I can do.”
Before we go broke buying Sippy Cups, I’ve decided to pray about it. We’ve been praying at mealtimes, at bedtimes, throughout the day, etc. Whenever Daddy prays over the Happy Buddy before bed and says Amen, I always tag on with, “And PLEASE help the Happy Buddy to learn to drink from the Sippy Cup!!! Amen!” And then the other day while the Happy Buddy was eating lunch I placed a Sippy Cup on his tray and began declaring the power of the name of Jesus over him.
I seriously thought that when I opened my eyes the Happy Hubby would be sitting in his highchair, Sippy Cup to lips, guzzling that thing down like a pro.
But it didn’t happen…yet.
So I am still praying.
Would you please pray too??? 🙂
“21Jesus replied, “I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done. 22If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” Matthew 21:21-22
I am happy to report that as of December, 2010, the Happy Buddy is chugging like a pro! 🙂
Thank you for your prayers!