God. I was writing a detailed post about our massive weaning fail, but Snort came up next to me, hit some key, and the whole thing was erased and unrecoverable. I’m too tired to rewrite it.
Needless to say, TMD cracked like an EGG. Ten minutes of crying and the kid got his bottle.
It felt dramatic and tiring and epic (for all the reasons my invisible post would say). When I climbed back into bed, it was only 11:26 pm. That was the second night waking from him, but nowhere near the last.
Jesus.
Tags: night weaning, weaning
existere (latin): to stand out, to emerge. 
March 13, 2011 at 1:18 am |
I think you only ‘fail’ at weaning if they are waking you up in 15 years and demanding milkie in a bottle š
March 13, 2011 at 2:44 am |
Aww! It’s really tough. I knew I’d never be able to withhold feeds in the face of tears so never even tried. Just reflect on it together and decide your next steps. Sounds like the diluting was a great start so maybe continue this for a while longer? Such a tough decision. Good luck!
March 13, 2011 at 4:07 am |
I HATE lost posts.