Good morning, friends. How are you doing today? I wore earplugs in the car this morning because my infant is trying to kill me through the power of his blood-curdling car-hating screams.
It’s a good look, no? The combination of hot pink ear plugs and supreme irritation?
Also? I am out of coffee. Travesty, indeed, because this is a two cup kind of morning. I am officially in the throes of weaning Brody. He’s about three weeks away from turning one, and I must say, my love for breast feeding this child has grown cold. Well, actually, let me revise that statement: I love breast feeding. DURING THE DAY. At night? Every hour, on the hour? Not so much, guys, not so much.
Knox did the same thing to me, though he kindly waited a wee bit longer than Brody. I ended up weaning him at 13 months due to sheer sleep deprivation, and I hoped to make it at least that long with Brody. However, that is really no longer an option. Literally, for months now, I have been woken up every single hour by my youngest to comfort nurse, and it’s really no longer okay with me. Because I am beyond tired. We’re talking zombie-level, I don’t know how I am still functioning, “what’s my name, again?” tired. I left a message for our pediatrician on Tuesday saying “I would love if you could call me to discuss weaning Brody. If I don’t get some sleep soon, I will die. Thanks!” For real, that’s the message that I left. He called me back pretty quickly.
He said to go ahead and start introducing him to cow’s milk and that I was able to start to wean him whenever I’m ready since he’s almost a year old. Hi, I’m ready! My first step is getting him to like milk (I have a plan), and also, I am night weaning cold turkey. It’s amazing how fast that starts to work (I say this after one night of it… watch me regret that very quickly). I refused to nurse him to sleep last night, and he slept for four hours straight. In his own bed. I literally cannot remember the last time that has happened. Then, I was up for about an hour and a half with him at 1 a.m. because he was screaming at the top of his lungs because I would not pick him up. I went in, lay him back down, soothed him and walked out. He screamed. Repeat that about 47 times. Finally, I gave up because I was falling asleep on the floor in the hallway, and I decided that step one is weaning and step two can be getting him to stay in his own bed. I brought him into our room and he slept for five hours with no nursing.
My boobs hurt so bad this morning because I’m so conditioned to feeding him constantly. I’m hoping that night weaning will help get him sleeping through the night, then I’ll transition him into his own bed and I’ll keep working on cutting day feedings so that by the time he’s a year old, we’re ready or almost ready to totally stop. I am hoping to be getting a new job here soon (it’ll be at least another week before I hear back about the dream job… still praying hard!), so it’s important that he be weaned for that reason, too. I cannot keep stretching myself so thin, so pumping at work is not going to happen. I am really ready to be finished, as much as I’ll miss it, Brody has been an incredibly demanding little nursling, so I’m a little more willing to say “good-bye!” than I may have been, otherwise.
Anyone else dealing with a major lack of sleep right now? I feel your pain, friends!
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