So last night Husband and I were having dinner with friends. These close friends of ours also have kids so we get to share a lot of woes, struggles, laughs, and tears with them. The normal routine when we have dinner is we put the kids to bed then we can actually have adult conversation. The Jster goes to bed earlier than the others so pretty much right when we get there, I start the bed time dance.
Even though it is a strange place for him, I generally do not have too much of an issue putting him down. Last night he had different plans…he screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Maybe completely unrelated, but we have started the weaning process. As many of you know, nursing has not been the easiest for me. But, being bound and determined (a.k.a. stubborn) I wanted to make it to at least a year. Over the past few weeks, our nursing relationship has dwindled. I don’t pump anymore (woot woot!) and have kept nursing to ONLY before bed. I still handle the complete bedtime routine and this was just part of it.
Well, last night…he rejected me.
He latched…he pushed away…he screamed. I switched sides and repeat.
Could this be the end?