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Sunday, December 16, 2007Things have been chugging along pretty smoothly for the last two weeks. Greg is still putting Emmitt to bed each night with zero problem (I'm getting to put Nora to bed for the first time in nearly a year, which is kinda fun) and Emmitt is still waking up once (sometimes twice) a night to nurse.
Overall, it's progress. Easy progress I've been pretty happy about.
Last night, Greg put him to bed around 8:30. I was feeling pretty zonked, so I headed to bed at 10, read for half an hour and then went to sleep. Around 12:30, Emmitt woke up and started fussing. I gave him a few minutes, but he started to escalate.
So I came downstairs, went and got him, checked his diaper and nursed him for about ten minutes. He was still kind of fussy, but was done nursing, so I put him back in bed. I sat in the living room and listened for about 20 minute while he fussed on and off. Then he started full out wailing. I headed back in thinking maybe he wasn't quite done nursing.
When we sat down and I offered, he turned his head away. Then he pointed at the door and signed "milk", saying "numah numah numah." So, we went to the kitchen, got a sippy cup of whole milk and headed back to his room. We sat in his rocking chair and he happily slurped most of it down. I put him back in bed and left. That was at about 1am. He slept until 7:30 this morning.
Oh yeah, you read that right. My little boob addict got mad and pitched a fit last night until I DIDN'T nurse him and instead gave him cow's milk. Then he happily slept for 6.5 hours.
So, tonight when he wakes up, I'm going to offer the sippy cup first and see what happens. Again, I don't think it could possibly be this easy, but I can sure hope. If not, that's ok. I've still got more than two months to go before I need to have him weaned. That's plenty of time to ease our way into it.