I'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?"

She laughed. And that's how she started this story eh – https://twitter.com/MsMoonGazr/status/1263703287137796097

First of all, she said I liked breast die. I wasn't a biter per se, but I sucked with so much suction that she'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'd last for months, and she wasn'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'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't worry. Let him cry well. I can'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's how I stopped sucking breast after 3 months.

I also wasn't backed as a baby.

Basically, anything that required that I be unnecessarily attached to her such that the task couldn't be done by anybody else, she killed it.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun.