Someone has stolen our precious little girl and swapped out a wailing, whiny, short-tempered child who can’t stand to be alone, so much so that we’re considering moving into her room just so we can get a few more minutes of sleep at night. The waking continues. She used to nurse and go right back to sleep, but now she cries, nurses, settles into her crib until the second we close the door behind us, and wails. And wails. And wails. It was a good 45 minutes between 12 and 1 last night before she gave in. She was up again at 5, but went right back to sleep because I left her in bed with us. Teetering on the edge of the mattress and clinging to the hem of the duvet is a small price to pay for another hour of sleep after a night like that.
In other news, at nearly 17 months, I woke up this morning thinking seriously about weaning for the first time. Surely it has nothing to do with Miss Fussy-Butt.