I wanted to night wean. My bed is playground/battlefield and my nipples are the victims. Not to mention my sleep. So I thought Id try it last night and ...well... he just didnt really make that much of a fuss when I said no the three times he woke up. He just sort of meowed for a while and then rolled off into the corner clutching the bottle that Ive never let him have before.
So 4 hours later when I woke at 7am I pulled him to me to cuddle and feed him...and he didnt want it. He struggled away and jumped up to bounce, and I saw our cosy mornings of snuggly nursing slip away.
All day I was offering it to him and over analysing...'Does he look less interested? Is this the end? What have I done?' Now im worrying that he wont be getting enough milk, and my supply will drop, because Im not feeding him those 6 feeds during the night.
God, I dont know.... Im ranting and it was only one night and maybe tonight will be different.
Am I just upset that it was too easy and my egos bruised that he doesnt need me as much as I thought he did? This is what I wanted...Isnt it?