the word i never want to blog again, and others i do

Sleep.

Can we just not need to talk about sleep anymore?

Five days ago, I wrote that I was glad the boy had nursed himself to sleep. Over the last five days, that stopped working. There was endless nursing. There was waking up in the middle of the night, demanding to nurse, nursing, and still not falling back asleep, or not staying asleep whenever he was returned to the crib. There was a morning where he woke at 3:30 a.m. and didn’t go back to sleep. And didn’t nap.

Oy.

So now we’re really practicing A) Not having nursing be the last activity before he falls asleep. B) Not nursing when he wakes in the night. Because it doesn’t feel right. Because he’s not doing it for nourishment. Because he’ll chew on me for an hour and nobody sleeps.

I even asked him one night, Are you hungry?

No, he said.

So I said, No nurse. And held him, despite repeated requests for Boop-ah, and rocked him instead.

It is deja vu with the sleep training we did at 11 months, only now he’s more articulate in his protests. It’s not easy.

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Some new fun and favorite words:

Likeit! (as in, I like it!)
Puzzle
Hiccup
Bowlies (blueberries)
Moose
Toilet