And, I'm okay with it.
But, let's keep it real. I'm only okay with it because I have no choice. The child simply wasn't ready.
I thought she was ready.
I still feel like she should be ready.
But, she has made it loud and clear she still needs her "mitt" at night.
A boob in the mouth of a sleeping babe is better than a boob in a shirt with a screaming babe.
The plan eventually evolved into me nursing Liza to sleep in my bed with Mr. Messy transferring a sleeping Liza to Henry's bed for the remainder of the night. The first week went well. Not great but it went well. Then we hit a bump in the road. A very bad night. Liza came back in the bed with me for some mama cuddles and mama milk to soothe a very upset baby girl and the next night she remembered the previous. And, she was mad. She knew I was in my bed. She knew the milk was in my bed. And, she was pissed she wasn't there. Then the drama moved into daylight hours when she became hysterical every time Mr. Messy tried to hold her so I could do something our of her immediate sight or if I left the room without first consulting her. The child who has never been neglected for a moment in her life was obviously traumatized by our attempt to night wean her. To me, it felt like she no longer trusted I was always there for her. And, that makes me sad beyond belief.
I gave in.
She is back to nursing all night with a few nights of solid sleep as a respite for me.
And, I really am okay with it.
It is what it is and it won't last forever.