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.
That was probably the worst night you'll have - it'll be easier each night after. That's my prediction based on what we went through with Ella and her sleep issues.
Posted by: hokgardner | February 24, 2009 at 09:14 PM
((hugs))
Posted by: angi | February 25, 2009 at 12:54 PM
Oh no. I feel so bad for you both. He's the baby and he knows it. He's just having a hard time separating from you. You've been doing a great job of giving him extra cuddles... I'm sure in time it'll work out.
I'm also starting to think about weaning myself, and I am ... super freaked out at the thought.
Posted by: Stacy | February 26, 2009 at 10:41 PM