Here's hoping all of you had a lovely Easter Day..
Ours was wonderful and filled with family and friends.
It is days like this that I reminded of how lucky I am to have so many wonderful people in our lives.
Our extended family is close (too close, some have said! HaHa!) and holidays are always fantastic.
Alright, who wouldn't gather 'round this sight?
Baby L with his grandma and my Aunt Vicky:)
She serenaded him with a lullaby and his head seriously dropped.
W's hair is now long enough to fit into a little ponytail...or "boy tail" as we've been calling it:)
he's changed in the past 2 weeks and I'm catching up...
We've pushed both his nap and bedtime back...a half hour earlier for nap, and we're now fully committed to a 7:00-7:15 bedtime. In the past, it's what we have aimed for, but by 7:30, we'd still be blowing bubbles in the bath. Yes well!
I feel like his sleep is more recuperative now that we're giving him even more of a chance to settle in. Lo and behold, and no surprise here, he's not nearly as cranky or clingy. In a moment of bravery; knowing full well the sleepless nights that would lie ahead, I also committed to night weaning him this past weekend. It's been something I've been feeling the need to do, for the sake of both W and I.
The first night was rough when a 45 minute tantrum ensued at 12:30 am. Jay and I are both using the reply, "Mommy is sleeping, Daddy is sleeping, and (his word for nursing) is sleeping, too. Wesley is going to sleep."
....A drink of water if he needs one...and sometimes 4 drops of children's rescue remedy.
He wakes about 2 more times during the night and is upset when he is again reminded that there is to be no nursing. Each time, however, he is less and less agitated and falls asleep on his own. He sometimes asks for a song ("Frosty the Snowman", always. Why, I am not sure. Of all songs! But you should hear my rendition at 3 am. I think I am falling sleep in between words...)
By morning, I'm exhausted and stumbling out of bed. But, I know that this will pass, like all things, and I feel that we have made the right choice. I recall W's earlier days where I joyfully nursed him on demand, and loved doing so. I was committed to letting him wean himself in every way. 33 months later, I'm looking at things differently.
We're down to nursing before bed, in the morning, before nap, and after nap. I'm actually somewhat happy to do so during these times, and that's how it ought to be. It was too much for me during the night. And all throughout the day. And I think it may have been for him, too.
I'd be grateful if you'd share your nightweaning/weaning stories in the comments below.