Toddler Weaned at 27 Months

Yes, that's right. I finally weaned my son. He was 2 years old and three months at the time, but I still did it. For those of you who are unaware of my struggle with this, I gave birth to six beautiful children. The first five were all girls, and number six was my son. Needless to say he is a Momma's boy and my life is all the more better since he came into it. My older children do not live with me...they are from a previous marriage and reside in Georgia. Krystal is 21, engaged, and lives with her boyfriend. Bree is 19, a full time student, and resides with my parents. The baby of the bunch is Day Day and she is 16, a cheer leader, and was just elected President of her class. Day Day lives with my sister and her husband. I should also mention that my sister is pregnant with her first child-- a boy. Before you start to judge me, know that it was not my choice for them to remain in Georgia. But for obvious reasons when my husband and our two babies moved to Virginia three years ago they chose to stay behind. Wanting their happiness above all else, I reluctantly agreed.

Now, back to my son. In addition to the three "big" sisters he has in Ga, he also has two older sisters here in Virginia. Taylie is 8 and Marty Mar is 6. They spoil him rotten. He won my heart way back when I first learned he was a boy---that was at 20 weeks of conception. The pregnancy was a very difficult one and during it all, we moved from Ga. to Va. I have no regrets from having any of my children. They are all very different, unique and special in their own ways. I love them all! My son is the ONLY boy. Therefore I should not have been surprised when he passed the one year mark and was still nursing. I adamantly initially said that at one year he would be weaned. Then I moved it to 15 months, then 18 months, then by his second Christmas, and finally by the age of two. None of those time frames worked for us. I wasn't quite ready to give up the bond and he wasn't ready to let go of the closeness and convenience. Finally, I decided enough was enough. I think it was when he bit me....HARD, that I realized it had to end. Once I pulled away with a yell, I said, "That's it. No more. And I mean it." And i did.

It was a rough three days and nights, I had to walk him to sleep for the entire first few weeks, but it was worth it. Now I am able to put him to sleep by rocking him in our favorite bonding rocking chair. Hallelulah!! What a joy to be done with the breast feeding. Now, does anybody have any tips on how to potty train him???