After the child was weaned, she was suddenly reluctant to grow up.
Two years old and two months old, my child is giving up breast milk. She has not drunk milk for many days. I don’t want to count the days when she was weaned. At night, she will cry for a while and want to drink milk. Every time she gives up before I can’t bear it and goes to sleep quietly.
Next week, she will go to shift for 2 days and 3 days next week. My baby is going to start campus life.
On the morning of going to the shift, we got up early, brushed her teeth, washed her face, tied braids, put on clean and beautiful clothes, had a good breakfast, made sure that her small schoolbag had water, fruit, changed clothes and enough diapers, sent it to the shift and said goodbye to her. Stay in the teachers’ lounge until she stopped crying, and I will leave.
After attending a kindergarten, I will soon go to kindergarten, read Chinese characters, and in turn teach me to go to primary school, have homework, various application forms, go to extra-curricular classes, hold parent-teacher meetings…
I will say goodbye to her more and more, send her to face new challenges and deal with new situations, and I will not be by her side.
I am so loathe to give up! ! ! !
I’m not ready yet.
I really want more time. I wish I could press the time pause button. Can enjoy the soft or baby she in her arms again, The one who drank milk in my arms, the one who climbed fast, the one who stumbled and toddled, the one who hung around my neck, the one who held my hand and insisted on walking rough roads, the one who rushed over to bear hug and tackled me, the one who held my face and kissed her incessantly.
I am so reluctant to let her grow up.
I know I should be happy for her growth. I watched her every progress excitedly, but I couldn’t help feeling great loss.
I found myself looking at the picture of her as a child in my cell phone and crying, as if I had lost my baby.
I feel very guilty again. Why should I feel sad? I should be happy that I can finally send my children to school.
I know I am very lucky, she is so healthy and happy, but when I recall her younger age, I still feel reluctant to part with it.
At that time, I was the child’s complete reliance.
My daughter is a natural sleeper. At worst, she wakes up every half hour. At good times, she wakes up every few hours. At especially bad times, she hardly sleeps and cries all the time.
The process of raising is very difficult. But besides lack of sleep, there are countless warmth and beauty. Sweet time always flows away very fast.
I wish I could go back and feel it again.
Not to start over, but now I am, to experience it again. At that time, I didn’t know, but now I know too well that once those good times have passed, they will no longer exist, and I want to experience them again.
Those sleepless nights and sleepless days with her are not what, and there will be no more!
How I wish I could relive those days again.
In the middle of the night, she worked hard to milk, hoping to squeeze out enough milk before she woke up. At night, I was so sleepy that I couldn’t open my eyes. I had to turn on my cell phone flashlight to help her carry breast milk. Over and over again, my eyes were full of double images. Because she is not feeling well and keeps waking up, she must hold her in a certain posture. I am not allowed to sit down or put her down. Crying incessantly, only drinking milk and holding her on her shoulder can make her rest.
Many times, I cried, Pray that she can sleep soundly and be safely put back into the small bed so that I can lie down, even if it is only for a while. Many times, I imagined myself shouting, losing my temper, kicking her into outer space with one foot, or throwing her down the stairs… Tears flooded me, flowed to my chest, hugged her quickly, gave myself some spiritual strength, and insisted.
I wish I could go back to the past and feel the baby again. She stuck to my chest and drank milk again. At that time, she was completely dependent on me. At that time, I was all her nutrition, her greatest comfort and her whole world.
Hold her down and let her sleep on my shoulder, on me. How I wish she could sleep in the small bed. Put it down, pick it up, put it down, pick it up… It’s like dismantling bombs. I have to do every detail right. Droggy, but I’m still awake, and I have to be awake. I’m so tired.
I wish I could go back to that time, holding her and feeling her tightly holding my neck and sleeping on my chest. Touch her head, take a deep breath, have her sweet breath, feel her heartbeat and mine.
My playful baby woke up at 4 o’clock, babbling and smiling at me all the time. When the whole world was still asleep, he was completely awake.
I am so tired, really tired.
How I wish I could go back to that time and play with her again, laugh together, sing to her five little ducks, two little eyes. Let’s watch the first pink sunshine shine in the morning, watch the trees outside the window, take her out to buy coffee in a cart, and other mothers are pushing their babies for a walk on the road.
I breast-fed my one-year-old daughter one to n times a night. She kept drinking until she fell asleep. I carefully took it out and immediately looked up and looked around for a long time. Sometimes I could feed the milk to sleep, but most of the time I couldn’t sleep. I was so mad. I couldn’t wait to knock her out with a slap, so I got up and went back to my bed to sleep.
Once again, I want to give my children higher quality company.
I hope I can go back to the time when I slept with her and the last time I fed her. I don’t think I can remember the way she sucked in my arms. Why? ! Mingming has just been weaned! I desperately want to remember how I felt when I was breast-feeding. I always think there will be another time. It will be fed again, I thought if she cried again, I don’t care that much, Feed it again. But I can’t remember the last time I fed. I always play with my cell phone. While nursing, chatting on WeChat, watching push, watching microblog, returning comments, watching web pages, watching news… I am by her side, but I am not by her side. I always thought that I would continue to feed, and I always thought that I would not be weaned like this… how I wish I could feed her again, let me cherish her in my arms again.
My dear daughter, She’s less than 2 years old, She doesn’t want to take a nap. From 10: 30 to 2: 30, For an hour, Another hour, Trying to give her a rest, Take a nap. She held my leg, Want me to be with you, Want me to hug. The story is also told, Children’s songs were also sung, Countless hugs… finally picked up and walked away, Put her little head on my shoulder, Let her sleep against me, she cried for a while again, until 4 o’clock, finally fell asleep. I was worried again, worried that she would not sleep at night. I have a lot of things to do, the house is in chaos like the scene of a disaster, a lot of clothes to wash, I haven’t eaten yet, a lot of news about work has not been answered, there are still a few inquiries, and tomorrow’s push…
I wish I could go back to that day and simply stop sleeping. Pick her up, read another story and play another game. Fuck your sister’s nap, it doesn’t matter at all. It really doesn’t matter.
My daughter doesn’t sleep. One story, another story, one song, one song. Turn around, cover the quilt, don’t cover the quilt, hug the pig, hug the mother, and roll away again. When can she fall asleep in what? She can fall asleep quickly when she is in what. When she sleeps alone in what? [Mom, I don’t sleep, Mom goes down the ladder.] I really want to roar, do you sleep or not? Sometimes I am impatient. Sometimes I tell stories perfunctorily, hug her perfunctorily, and even attack her. I just want her to be quiet.
I wish I could go back to those impatient nights and accompany her again. If you don’t sleep, you won’t sleep. We’ll play for a while, hug for a while, talk again, listen to her more, listen to her sing every song she can, and enjoy every period, every intimate time.
In a twinkling of an eye, the child will be more than 2 years old. In a twinkling of an eye, he will go to school, make friends, listen to the teacher’s words, and he will not need his mother more and more. Now he has to read [the line in the hands of a loving mother] and cry. Between me and her, he will go further and further.
Looking at her back with her little schoolbag on her back, I wish I could keep those sleepless nights and all the time when I was close to her.
Follow-up:
When writing this article, I cried from beginning to end, crying a lot of paper towels, and my eyes were swollen with tears. As a result, I slept the next day and fried my hair again. I really wanted to hit her!
Some people say that children who sleep less are smart, which is mostly not true, but! Studies have shown that children who sleep less when they are young may indeed sleep less when they are adults! At present, it seems that my daughter sleeps 10 hours a day. If another child of the same age sleeps 14 hours a day, she will have 28 more hours a week! People who take care of children have to have 3.5 more working days a week!
I hope these efforts have not been in vain…
I hope the baby can make good use of this time and live a more wonderful life!