Just like that, I made the decision to night wean her, which means she must sleep in her own bed. (I know there are lots of co-sleeping advocates who will tell me that we can keep her in our room and wean, but to them I say, "No, not us. It is impossible to say no to my baby at 1:30 in the morning when she is two inches from my face and crying for "Mulk? Momma...mulk?" So it is done. For four nights now, Madeline has spent the entire night in her bed. As a result, my milk supply is going WAY down. I read that this would happen, but ugh!! I feel really sad about the whole thing. I only nurse her three times now in a 24-hour period and something is telling me that it is time to wean her. She is in a really good place right now - doesn't seem to be teething too badly and is back to the extremely sweet, happy baby that I knew before those nasty teeth started wreaking havoc in her poor, tortured mouth. I honestly don't think it will ever be easier to wean, unless I want to wait until she weans herself sometime around the age of 5. (No I don't). Okay, so what to do with these emotions? I've read that nursing stimulates endorphins, so I guess I should brace myself for the anti-endorphins or something. Bah.
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