After way too many months of getting 2.5 hours of sleep in a row at most, I decided, at the reassurance and recommendation of Isabel at Bedtiming, to night wean Margot.
I realize that technically babies who are six months old and up can get through the night without eating.
But I feel that unless they're eating a decent amount of solids and still chowing down on the boob for a good four to five feedings, night weaning should be delayed a little.
And since none of my children like to nurse during the day unless they're in a dark, secluded room with blinders on, I've never officially ever night weaned them until I actually weaned them.
That means for almost five years, I've really never had a complete night's sleep or at least one without a kid attached to my boob for part of it.
And it sucks.
But Margot is starting to eat more and I'm starting to really loathe the inability to speak and write in coherent sentences, so sleep training it is.
Plus, I admit I sort of like the idea of my husband actually having to be a part of the nightly madness I endure.
A little empathy by fire.
As many of you breastfeeding moms know, the hubbies often get a "get out of bedtime" free card because the babies just want the boobs.
I admire you moms who pump or make a formula bottle so you get a break for at least one feeding a night. But I'm not that organized nor have I yet been able to get any of my children to do anything but spit formula at my face, so I'm stuck with night time duty.
Of course, this whole night weaning adventure is contingent on another person without working boobs, like the husband, going in there and soothing the baby. Which for the last two nights has meant him holding her while she screams.
Soothing? Not so much.
The first night wasn't too bad actually. Even though she did cry, there was no real screaming involved and I felt rested; that means she couldn't have been crying that hard.
I think the worst part was listening to my husband whine about how tired he was the next day and if "he was going to have to go in with her then he needed to get some extra sleep during the day."
Don't let the ceiling fall in on you while you get a little shut eye in the afternoon, buddy.
Last night was a little more challenging, and after an hour of her whining and crying and listening to him rock her to sleep and then leave only for her to pop back awake in a matter of seconds, he asked me for a bottle of water for her.
Granted, I was laying there wide awake trying not to let down, but I had to give him a hard time about running downstairs for a bottle because it's not like he did anything for me while I did this for the last five years.
Did I yell to him to help me come unhook my bra? Please, give me a break.
You freaking go downstairs with the baby and get the bottle and then feed her. And if she keeps waking up then you hold her until she falls into a deeper sleep in the boring ass pitch dark thinking about blog posts and Sarah Palin and Steve McNair (wtf?) for minutes sometimes even hours because that's just how it is and then you put her down.
And if she wakes up, you repeat the whole damn thing again.
Or if you're him, your wife comes in, offers a few choice words that she'll later blow off as "sleep talking" and does all that for you while you go back to sleep.
Funny how that works.