Denial: I don't need to wean her just yet. This is so healthy for both of us. It's completely normal that my eighteen-month-old not only asks to nurse, but tells me when to switch sides. And informs me when "I done." And it's such a wonderful bonding experience, I totally love it. Still.
Anger: What am I, a prize-winning sow? WTH is wrong with this kid!? She still doesn't sleep through the night! I can't do this sh*t anymore! I'm gonna cut her off cold-turkey. I. AM. DONE.
Bargaining: How about a cookie; wouldn't you rather eat a cookie? Do you want to watch TV? Let's read a book first, then do nur-nurs. Don't cry! How about mommy just holds you? How about I hold you and you hold the cookie? Ok, mommy will let you for just one minute. I'm putting on the timer. Ok, two minutes and mommy gets a cookie.
Depression: OMG, this kid is never going to wean. I will never again have a night of uninterrupted sleep. Why can't she be easy like my other two? This is so not fair. I want my boobs back.
Acceptance: I guess I just can't force the issue--she'll eventually stop when she's ready. It's not like she'll still be nursing when she's in kindergarten. She'll get bored of it soon. This too shall pass.
