Giving Thanks, I knew I would find what I needed.



Greetings,
Italia is only a little over a year and I am exhausted. I am a full time student, finishing my teaching degree, and nightime is the only time for homework. So after she started rolling over, I had to resort to the crib. To get her to sleep, I nurse for about fifteen minutes or so, and then we have a wonderful toy in her crib with lights and music that fade in and out. (One of my homework saviours.) While the music plays, I lie next to her on the floor and pat her back. I feel silly at times, especially while crawling out of the room, so often to come right back after she wakes up fifteen minutes later. This has been going on for about a week. It seems to be getting easier.

She sleeps until about 11-12 o'clock and then comes to be with me.
Now onto the issue of the nighttime feedings. I don't mind nursing her when she comes to bed, but the constant demand for nursing and lack of sleep is making me physically and emotionally exhausted. If I won't nurse her, she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. This makes me sad because Dad and Grandma can comfort her without a bottle, why does she always have to have my breast. She will throw such a tantrum, not much fun.
Now she seem to have a fit the first couple of times I try to cuddle and rub her back and then will just fall asleep. What a blessing.
So now we nurse before bed, @ 12, @ 5, @7 and are working through the tantrums during the in between demands for my breast to be her pacifier.
Patience. I know I can make it through this.
Give thanks for the common ground to stand on.
I can feel very alone in this, some days.
Blessed Love,
Jennifer