I’ve recently started working towards not nursing my youngest daughter to sleep. She’s two and a half and I’m at the point where I’d like to be able to go out of the house once in awhile past 8:00 without worrying about how my daughter is going to fall asleep without me. Because she never has. Once when I worked an on-call mental health shift in the city (an hour away) I didn’t get home until after midnight. I arrived to find her still awake, watching tv with my husband. “She absolutely refused to go to sleep without you,” he told me.

But then suddenly a couple weeks ago something shifted. I went out one night and returned to find out that she had actually let her dad put her to bed and she had fallen asleep without me. The next day we gave her tons of praise and remarked at what a big girl she was. Accordingly, she was very proud of herself. So every few nights since then, after a bit of protest and a million hugs and reassurance from me that I will climb into bed next to her later, we’ve purposely had daddy put her to bed. She’s fallen into her own little routine of saying goodnight, having us leave the door open and then looking at a book by herself with the lamp on, then falling asleep. I get to have some quiet time to myself for a couple hours and then arrive to find her sleeping soundly, her angelic lips parted slightly, her sweet little hands actually folded under her cheeks. I pause. The image tugs at my heartstrings. The gentle transition towards night weaning has begun.

But now that she’s beginning not to need me, I’m starting to miss it. Last night for instance, even though I really needed some physical space and time to unwind after a particularly stressful day, a part of me wanted to nurse her to sleep. I probably should have, but I was in a bit of a bad mood, tired of being pawed at, and just wanted everyone to go to bed. But that rush of serenity-inducing hormones would have been good for me. She protested more than usual too. I guess she could tell I was stressed and needed me to reassure her that everything was okay. Poor thing. In retrospect I wish I’d done things differently. 

But of course once I crawled into bed she woke up and wanted to nurse almost every hour. Suddenly my heart wasn’t breaking anymore. I wished she was in her own bed, in her own room, and that I was sleeping a dream-filled sleep like all the childless people of the world.

It’s a process, night weaning. An emotional teeter-totter for both of us it seems. I’m glad we’re on the slow track because it looks like both mom and nursling need it.

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