Our Bedtime Song

I stayed up late to work. Yes, I know I should be sleeping. My daughter should be sleeping too.

We heard these weird cries that almost sounded like cats mating outside. Please don’t tell Hosanna that her agitated late night cries sound like cats in heat. That wouldn’t be very nice.

Well, anyways… we were in the living room and we kept hearing these weird noises. We couldn’t figure out if it was coming from upstairs or outside. Jonah went upstairs and left the hall light on in case she was having nightmares. He came back down and got settled back to work, but then we heard it again.

We discovered it was Hosanna.

Not sure what her problem is tonight, except maybe that she had a bad dream or mayonnaise?  It does have eggs in it and she has been reacting to eggs again lately. Anyways, Jonah brought her downstairs to sleep on the couch. Which brings me to why I am writing this post.

History –> When I was preparing to wean the twins (forever ago), I made up this medley of songs to sing as they were going to bed. It was a big help. Only problem is they demand it almost every night. I have to sing over and over until they fall asleep. Except on the nights when they tell me, “No song.” They only do that because they know that they will fall asleep right away. Seriously. We always joke that we need to make a tape (okay, digital recording – who remembers what a tape is anyways?) for their spouses to play for them at night. Within 10 minutes they are out. Sometimes I sing really SLOW (I am talking really slow, so slow that I almost put myself to sleep). Other times I sing loud and out of key (well, maybe I sing out of key all the time, but there are times when I do it loud and on purpose).

Okay, so Jonah brought Hosanna down fussing and all itchy (note to self – buy Benadryl tomorrow). He put her on the couch and I started singing our song. Only this time, I changed all the words. She didn’t notice. She only noticed the tune. And within a few minutes, she was sound asleep again.

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you when your screaming underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you when you’re cranky and all bent out of shape.

I love you when you’re fussing and won’t go back to sleep.

I love you.

and so on… (I would type all the words, but I can’t remember them, but I know you get the point).

Jonah was snickering as I was singing, but it worked. It also did something else. It changed my frustration to thankfulness. It reminded me that I do love her when she is screaming and fussing and cranky and miserable. I love her just as much then as when she is her happy hyper self (which she is just about all the time). I have no idea what was causing her to wake tonight, but extra snuggles are on the agenda tomorrow.

Here is our regular bedtime song:

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you in the evening and underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you, you love me.

We’re a happy family.

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you.

Won’t you say you love me too.

Jesus loves the little children.

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black, and white.

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Jesus loves me this I know.

For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to Him belong.

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me x 3

The Bible tells me so.

The B-I-B-L-E, yes that’s the book for me.

I stand alone on the word of God.

The B-I-B-L-E.

Breastfeeding Twins – Weaning Twins

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I have thought a few times recently that I need to write about weaning the twins. I wrote here about breastfeeding twins and what it looked like from my perspective.

I read this article that Meg wrote about weaning her baby and I wanted to respond in the comments, but my response would be too long for a simple comment.

The twins are going to be 4 in May. We have whittled our way down to a morning and evening nurse (on a good day). We only nurse on my bed. There are days where they will ask for more. There are nights when they will ask for more. It’s a work in progress.

During the day, we go through a list now: 

  • do you need mommy (or daddy) to play with you?
  • are you thirsty?
  • are you hungry?
  • are you tired?
  • do you need a cuddle?

Most of the time we find something on the list that works.

During the night, it is harder. It’s harder to say no at night. They cry and I want them to go right back to sleep and not wake up the rest of the house. I am trying to wait a few minutes before giving in and it is working (sometimes).

I want to completely drop all night waking and nursing first and then move on to the last two feeds. We are so close.

  • We have talked about nursing only in mummies room. (unless you are bleeding from your nose and then you can nurse anywhere you want).
  • We have talked about them being big kids now and how the nummies won’t be there forever.
  • We have talked about them needing to finish nursing so we can move on to potty training (all 3 of my big boys toilet trained very quickly at the age of 4). The twins love peeing in the tiny potty at bath time, so it won’t be long now.

I will be honest, I had no intention of nursing beyond three. Hosanna had so many allergies and needed the comfort when she woke with itchy eczema feet and ankles that it just worked for us. It was easier to nurse and go back to sleep. Well, with twins… what one wants, the other expects.

I am just spent, done, ready to quit, but I have learned from past nursing experiences (3 older boys) that FOR ME dropping the feeds slowly and making the experience end well is what I really want. I don’t want to quit in frustration (which I totally have been tempted to do MANY times over the last little while).

I want the end that I had with Malachi. It was a gentle wean and one day I realized it was over and it was okay. Malachi and I nursed through many changes and transitions in our family and it worked really well for us. He nursed until around his third birthday. I remember sitting on his bed one day trying to remember the last time we had nursed and then I realized it was over, but it was okay.

I also think about if the twins will be our last babies (yes, I know they are not babies any more, humor me). I am nearing 40. Elisha keeps reminding me that I will be 40 in the year he turns 13. Oh, isn’t that lovely! It makes me feel a little old to realize that next year I will have a teenager. Where did the time go? So, I have been thinking about the twins possibly being our last babies and while I am tired and only just now getting my brain back, I am a wee bit sad.

Babies are so much fun. They bring life and energy to any home, but they are also a ton of work and wrought with sleepless nights. I would love to have more babes, but that is not up to me, it’s up to God.

Back to the article that Meg wrote on her blog. I loved it. I also wanted to offer hope. She mentioned that she was recently diagnosed with PCOS. I was diagnosed with PCOS a very long time ago (I was in my late teens) and we have had 5 beautiful babies. We have also had 3 very emotional miscarriages. I don’t know if the miscarriages are related to the PCOS or not, but it is not the doctor or the diagnoses that decides if you have more babes or not. Just keep that in mind.

I would love to hear your breastfeeding/weaning stories if you want to share them in the comments or leave a link to blog posts you have written. 

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