I& #39;m not a breastfeeding mama, but I can tell you a weaning story. I probably read something about weaning after a year or two and asked, "mummy how long did I suck breast for?"

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First of all, she said I liked breast die. I wasn& #39;t a biter per se, but I sucked with so much suction that she& #39;d literally be weak. I was a big-big baby, and baby boy had to be fed.
But I had one weird habit; I rejected everything else. Trouble.

What that meant was that for the first month – no sleeping, no chill – I just dey suck the breast. But the struggle was that my mum was due for a training course that& #39;d last for months, and she wasn& #39;t planning on taking me with her.

Everything she tried failed. One night in my third month in this miserable world, she gave me baby food, and I rejected it again.
So, she didn& #39;t give me anything. She put me in the cot. And I cried, and cried, and cried.
And my dad was like, "pity this baby na." Wetin she talk?

Leave him, don& #39;t worry. Let him cry well. I can& #39;t remember now, but I think I cried to sleep and woke up crying again.

When I woke up crying and she put the feeding bottle in my mouth, I sucked the hell out of it. And that& #39;s how I stopped sucking breast after 3 months.

I also wasn& #39;t backed as a baby.

Basically, anything that required that I be unnecessarily attached to her such that the task couldn& #39;t be done by anybody else, she killed it.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun.