Last night was the second night in Kaleb’s life that he went to sleep beside me without nursing. Last night was even easier. Witt nipples taped down, I began reminding Bean that there was no more Night-night. I asked him if he was ready to go lay down and go to sleep. He said that he was. I took him to our room and we layed down. He didn’t even really fight it. He didn’t grab and pull this time. Soon enough he was asleep, with out Night-night!
He woke up around 2:00 am and with his eyes closed started crying for milk and then for water. My husband got up and brought his sippy cup with water back to bed. I sat up with him and he drank about half the cup then layed his head back down on me, drifting back to sleep.
Bean slept until 6:00 a.m. and when he got up he didn’t mention Night-night at all. I can hardly believe it. It’s crazy but I’m actually kind of sad. I didn’t know that Sunday was my last day of nursing and part of me wants to nurse him one last time so that I can know that’s the final Night-night and cherish our bond. My husband thinks that’s a crazy idea. But one more time won’t hurt right?