But...but...

Why, oh why, did I write such a confident post yesterday? I really thought Baby J's days of night nursing were over. Then last night she woke up around 1:00. My husband settled her down a few times but she kept waking up. By the third time she fussed he asked me if I could take over. This was the first time I'd gone to her at night in over a week.

When I got to her crib I picked her up and shusshed and rocked her. This normally works out pretty well when I'm putting her to sleep, or shussing her from a brief waking during a nap. It really did not work last night. She just started screaming really loudly. She does this thing where she bangs her mouth on my arm or shoulder or any hard surface and makes a sound like "ba ba ba ba" over and over. When she does this it usually means that there'll be no rest until ma ma milk is served.

But, before I nursed, I did go downstairs and make her a bottle of formula. She pushed it away repeatedly.

What can I say. It was late, we were tired, we decided to go ahead and give her ma ma milk, even though we'd been working so hard not to. I think it was the right decision, because she didn't make a peep again until 6:30 am.

When she does wake up, I now greet her and bring her downstairs to nurse. I guess we're trying not to nurse her upstairs at all, to lessen the nursing to sleep association.

So anyway, the plan for tonight is to have Michael tend to her again and have him give her a bottle if she wakes up hungry.