As many of you know, our road with getting Linnea to consistently sleep well has been long and difficult, but around Christmas things took a huge change for the AWESOME when we started getting her down awake for naps and I stopped nursing her except before bedtime.
Baby girl is weaned.
I feel almost a little crazy writing IS instead of IS BEING or IS ON HER WAY TO since it has only been two days, but I’m so giddy about our progress that I’m just bursting with excitement and hope!
Three weeks ago when she had a terrible cold that turned into a double ear infection, she increased her need for nighttime nursing, and of course I obliged for my sick little girl. But when she started nursing for upwards of 30 minutes and STILL throwing a fit when I stopped, I had had enough: the nursing wasn’t making any difference. So, ear infections gone, cold all dried up, last night I decided to stop.
It was definitely bittersweet since all along I have cherished our special bond, and I attribute a lot of that to nursing on demand when she was an infant and being responsive to her needs night and day. But at 17 months and 2 weeks, I was ready. She cried for less than 5 minutes and then we snuggled for a long time under her blankets. I slipped out and we didn’t see her again until nearly 8:00 this morning.
Wahoo! Weaning plus a full night’s sleep for both parents in same bed? Yes, please. And Praise God!
Tonight she fussed for the amount of time it took for me to sing one round of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and then we snuggled for another long time and I left her slumbering peacefully.
I am just amazed and so thankful that this is happening.
I wouldn’t have done it any other way with her—there were so many ups and downs, from her first 8 hrs straight at 1 month old, to refusing to nap almost all of December 2009, to sleeping through the night in her crib at 5 and 6 months of age, to reflux and the crazy ridiculous night drama most of last spring and summer, to bedsharing up through this fall, and then sending Tim into her room to snuggle her back to sleep like a dreamland ambassador up until last night. Whew. It would take a long time to process all the ins and outs of what sleep time—at night and for naps—has been like over her precious 17.5 months, but this is the gist, and I am SO THANKFUL for where we are now.
Thankful I won’t be nursing a two year old. :)
Thankful that my sweetie pie was happy as ever when she woke this morning; no broken trust, thank the Lord.
Thankful that even though I know there will be hiccups along the way, I can trust that God is good and He does care about things like rest, and peace, and sleep.
Thankful that though some crazy tantrums have started around going to bed, Linnea’s naps have been getting quite long to the point where I miss her and run out of things to do. Three hours yesterday, what? Maybe that’s a growth spurt.
If you’re reading this and you’re the parent of a small child who doesn’t sleep well, please don’t take this as bragging. We have come a long way, purely under God’s grace and no power of our own. Tim and I have truly been a team and I am so thankful for his help ever since day one, when that Baby Bug slept her first night at home on Daddy’s chest and he didn’t sleep a wink. I am beyond grateful that we are where we are, but we have known some hard, hard times. I’m just praising the Lord that we are in a season of relief and good rest for the whole family. Amen.