I hope to get back to answering questions and emails soon on here, but I’ve got a few other things to sort out first. So in the meantime, a funny KO story …

KO is my 2 and a half year old boy. He’s currently in a phase of wanting to be a baby. In any given day, he declares, “Mummy I want to be a baby!!” And he’s fascinated with stories about himself as a baby. He wants to see his baby photos and baby videos and if in the photos or videos, he’s playing with a baby toy, he asks to play with the toy again.

He actually pretends to be a baby for about a minute on any given day. He jumps into my arms and curls up and actually says, “Goo goo goo goo goo” and then laughs uproariously.

Today we had a convo that went like this:

KO: Mummy, what’s that? (pointing at my chest)
Me: That’s my breast.
KO: And that’s where I got baby milk?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
KO: Please can I have baby milk NOW?
Me: No, baby milk is just for babies. Anyway, I haven’t got any more baby milk?
KO: Is that ’cause when I was a baby I drank it all up?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
KO: Until there was no more?
Me: Yes.
KO: And now there are NO MORE BABIES.
Me: That’s right.
KO: Please can we have another baby?? Please, right NOW? A brother! Please can I have a brother NOW?
Me: No.

I’m not sure where he got the idea of drinking up all the milk from. I guess when I said there was no more, it seemed to make sense to him that he’d exhausted the supply.

KO was breastfed till a few weeks before his second birthday. Exclusively till 6 months, and then in addition to other foods after that. I used to wear breastfeeding tops (mainly made by BOOB Maternity), and as fab as the tops were, I used to look longingly at all the nice things in my wardrobe which were not breastfeeding-friendly and long for the day when I could wear whatever I liked. But I kept up the feeding for as long as I did because it was a huge source of comfort for KO and provided instant calming / soothing anytime he needed. He never attached to a blanket, or toy. It was the breast he needed / wanted whenever he was distressed.

Just before his second birthday, we explained to KO that breast milk was for babies and he was a big boy, so he wouldn’t be having it any more. He accepted it quickly … just one or two tantrums over the course of a day or two, and after that, he would request it from time to time, but without any expectation of receiving it. I suppose he thought it was worth asking, just in case.

Amazing how the memory lingers for him. At the moment, he must be craving that sort of snuggled in warmth and comfort that he remembers from babyhood. How quickly he’s growing up …

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