The Good: Nemo slept through the night again last night. And I have not yet nursed him.
The Bad: He had trouble going to bed last night; he wouldn't go down in his crib, so I had to put him to sleep in my bed and then move him to the crib when I was ready to go to bed.
The Heartbreaking: He wanted to nurse. Bad. He asked, he begged, he grabbed my shirt in his pudgy little fist and yanked, trying to pull my shirt up and get to my breasts. He wailed when told no, he wasn't easily distracted, he had trouble going to sleep. I held him, rocked him, tried to distract him, gave him a sippy cut of water, paced with him, and snuggled with him, crying into my pillow as he cried into his.
I was resolute, but it hurt. My poor baby.