I clumsily walked through the door after a long day at work.

“Mum!” screamed my boys, all excited to see me.

My nearly 2 year old called from the hall, “Ummy, no more ne-ne!”

I stared at my husband, questioningly.

“I’ve been drumming it into him all day. You’ve been saying you want to stop breastfeeding for the longest time so I’m helping things along a bit.”

The rest of the day passed without incident. My nearly 2 year old didn’t ask for a nurse and he seemed content to potter around with his brothers. Bedtime was only the slightest drama as he wanted to listen to storytime with the older two.

Finished. Nearly 2 years of breastfeeding over. Just like that.

The next night though, he became clingy and asked for a feed.

“No more, ne-ne, remember?” my husband reminded him.

The sneaky thing waited until his father’s back was turned to ask me in the softest of whispers, “..want some ne-ne, please?”

I distracted him for as long as I could but it was obvious he needed me. The crying started and my husband took him away to bed. He sobbed then wailed then started screaming. I tried to keep myself busy thinking that any minute now he would give up and allow his father to comfort him.

For as long as he has been alive, nursing has been such a comforter. He nursed to sleep; nursed when he was upset, hurt or sad.  Here he was now inconsolable and here I was listening to him crying for me and not even trying to go towards him.  All the while, thinking, “He’s too old to keep going, he really needs to find another way to comfort himself, why isn’t a cuddle with his father enough for him? It needs to be done now and we need to make a clean break, Cold turkey, It’ll be hard for the first couple of days then then it will all be forgotten.”

Then I got to thinking, “Is this how I want him to stop? Kicking and screaming? Who even made this decision for me? For us?” I know he meant well by encouraging the break from nursing but could I honestly say in a few years I wouldn’t only remember it being my husband’s decision without consultation with me and certainly with no consultation with my son? Besides, what is so wrong with my son wanting the occasional feed to keep him happy?

I ran into his bedroom and held my son for what felt like an hour. He stopped crying the minute his arms were around me. He didn’t ask for ne-ne but did eventually fall off to sleep. Happy and in my arms.

We aren’t ready just yet but inshaAllah when the time comes it will be right for BOTH of us.

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