Monday, October 5, 2009

Just paint them black.

Some of you know that my youngest, 19mth old Jasmine, is still nursing a limited number of times a day. Some of you also know that I'm not so thrilled about it. Truth to be told, this got old for me a long time ago but Jasmine is very attached and since I don't have a pregnancy looming on the horizon I've just let her keep going (to a point). My mother is one of those people that knows I'd rather Jasmine be weaned right now and has been subject to some of the screaming that can happen when Jasmine gets tired or crabby and wants to nurse to pacify. The last time this happened while she was on the phone, my mother told me I should paint them black. What? Paint what black, and with what? "You know, with the paint that you use for kids faces on Halloween. Paint them black and it will scare her out of nursing." And then what? Pay for her therapy bills for the next 30yrs? "No, it won't scare her that way. It will just look strange and different to her and she'll decide she doesn't want it anymore." I'm like, you don't know my daughter. This is the child that will nurse through a shirt and has even given my hickies because she has latched onto the wrong body part and didn't care enough to stop nursing and had to be forcibly disengaged and relatched. Now John on the other hand, painting them black just might scare him off the breast for good. The saddest thing of all? There are some times when I even consider it.

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