I'm still nursing Peter to sleep at bedtime, and he is still welcome to come to our bed later, but if I should get pregnant in the next year... I'd like to know that only one baby is going to need my "milks" at 2:00 a.m.
Since my previous attempts to sleep train Peter have been nothing short of disasterous, I've been waiting and watching for a window to give nightweaning a try. Lately, his nursing has been shorter, and he's big into things going to sleep. For instance, he has to turn his cars over on their backs before going to bed so that they are all "sleeping." Those things, combined with the fact that he is not sick or teething, had me thinking that perhaps the time was ripe.
And you know what? I've been right. At least for the past four nights! No tears have been shed, almost no sleep has been lost, and Peter has gone back to sleep easily with little more than a whisper that "the milks are sleeping."
I'm stupefied. This is Peter. Where is our battle? How could this be so easy? I hope I haven't jinxed myself by sharing this, but I dare say that the nightweaning I have viewed with such dread has been downright painless. For both of us.