The Following Nights….

Pasu has been doing well. He has learned something valuable from his mean mother. LOL….

Now he doesn’t look for my breast. Sometimes the bottle of milk did help soothing him during the night. One night after the regular rolling, I found him sleeping around my legs, almost at the end of the bed. He looked calm and peaceful. Hopefully, he had a nice dream.

One more task for mother has been done. Now I will be focusing on his nutrition and meals. I tell you, it’s not an easy job being a mother. However, I will fight for it.

Third Night

Here came the third night. It went pretty good. He just moved around the bed when he woke up and looked at his unmoved mother. He didn’t bother me much this night, just rolling cross me for a couple of times and stopped in the middle of my legs. Perhaps, he found that spot cozy and comfy so he decided to close his eyes there.

Half night passed. He opened his eye and, again, saw his unmoved mother. He just sat upright and handed the bottle of milk to me. I opened the cap. He drank it slowly like a sleepy boy. And then he went back to sleep peacefully.

What can I say? I just smile to myself.

Second Night

Pasu has been fighting for his peaceful night without his mother’s breast. The second night went alright. The first time he woke up, he was crying more and longer than the first night. I gave him the bottle. He rejected it. However, after a while he went back to sleep peacefully.

Oh, well. The second time he woke up, I immediately gave him the bottle. He drank it little by little until it was all gone. He started to make an upset sound and rolled over me again. But this time he was staying by my side, calmed down and, surprisingly, went to sleep.

That was how the second night ends. Beautiful, isn’t it.

First Night

I’ve been making an effort to stop giving my breast to my son during the night. Some babies addict to their mother’s breast as long as they are satisfied. Pasu is one of them. He is almost 14 months now and still wakes up in the middle of the night to find his comfort from his mother. However, last night will be his first night of not having the breast. He didn’t even know it.

He woke up around midnight, sitting up right and crying. I was lying in bed, pretending that I was asleep but my eye was half open. He looked at me, put his little index finger into my nose and then cried. His cry, at first, was just soft and then it was getting louder and louder and also with his small tears. I could see his frustration like drug addict want his medication. He moved back and forth, rolled on top of me, and then rolled over me. He just did everything he could to wake his mother up. But, his mother was lying still, like a death mother. Haha. After a while he decided to shut his mouth and stay in peace. Good boy.

The second time he woke up, I gave him a bottle of milk. He had just little and threw the bottle away. Believe it or not, he did the same rolling thing. My heart just dropped. I was debating whether or not to open my shirt and give him my breast. I tried not to look at him and even turned my back to him. I could feel his crawling. He rolled across me. Our eyes met. I smiled. I closed my eyes and so did he. Second time went okay, I told myself.

Third time was the charm. He took his bottled milk I gave him and drank it all. Then a little bit of weeping and rolling to let his dissatisfaction go, I believe. Finally, he went back to sleep.

Pasu, your first night went right. Second night awaits you. Be prepared. haha.