Nursing strike
Written on Friday, October 13, 2006 by Jessica
It's official. He's on a nursing strike. Suddenly the breast is some horrific beast he wants nothing to do with. He screams when I put it anywhere near him. Fortunately, I'm still smarter and more patient than he is. :) I can still get him to nurse when he's half asleep (that's the "I'm smarter" part) or half starved (that's the "I'm more patient" part). Yes, it's true. I had to wait him out yesterday evening. I let him cry until he was half starved and willing to eat.
Basically, he wants a bottle, but I won't give it to him. He already gets three bottles a day while I'm at work. He doesn't have thrush or pain while eating because he eats from a bottle just fine. It's not a scent issue, either. I'm wearing the same deoderant as always, and I never wear perfume. Haven't changed laundry detergent or fabric softener. The little bugger is just mad that he can't have a bottle.
Mean mommy.
Tommy loves his bottles too. He is down to 2-3 a day and he is always so sad when they end. It is not that he is still hungry, he is just sad it is over. Even if he has just had two things of baby food if he sees a bottle he just wants it.
Argh. I remember this.
One day, Henry just upped and said, "No thanks, Mom." And I was f*cking devastated.
I took the nursing strike to be a full-on rejection, and Henry hasn't nursed for a meal since that day. He refused me three more times and that's when we stocked up on formula.
You're a far better Momma than I--one with much much more patience.
No Lizzy, I'm not a better momma, just a meaner one. :) I remembering reading about the nursing strike in your blog, except at the time I didn't know what a nursing strike was. When it happened to me, I'd since heard of nursing strikes, so I was lucky -- I didn't have to feel like I was being rejected.