So, we’re having some sleep issues around here. See, my almost 9-month-old has decided midnight is a fine time to nurse. I don’t object because an early night feed usually means she’ll go back to sleep until 6. No harm, no foul, right? Wrong. After I stumble back to bed, she doesn’t always stay asleep. My lovely husband steps in and gets up to put her back to bed while I pass back out. What I didn’t realize is that he sometimes stays in there for an hour, dozing in the rocker while the baby enjoys a nice snooze on a big warm body.
And then my husband went out of town for two nights.
When I tried to put the baby back to bed after her midnight feeding, there was screaming. Two HOURS of screaming. Apparently, the nurse-then-daddy pattern is fairly entrenched and nothing else will do. Daddy would be okay with continuing this indefinitely, but since he travels regularly… well. Something has to give.
I gave it some thought after fueling my fogged brain with coffee and decided what N needs is a lovey. She’s never taken a pacifier so my husband and I are her only comfort objects. My hope is that a new, snuggly best friend will take the place of Daddy in the middle of the night so we can all have more sleeping and less crying.
Based on advice I’ve gotten from readers and friends, here are the steps I’ve taken in Operation Lovey!
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