Last night, well 4am, my 20month old woke up for the second time and I was so tired my husband asked if he should bring him through for a feed in our bed. Usually I go to sons rooms and feed him on a sofa except for the morning feed which he comes through for.
So I said yes and DS had his feed although I did cut it short a bit because I'm pregnant and BF my nipples feel like a razor has been over them.
Because I cut the feed short my son then sat upright and I think he thought it was time to get up. When DH took him back to the cot he was screaming his head off. DH never does any bedtime stuff so obviously DS was not happy it wasn't me putting him back. I had to go through in the end as DS's cries were just escalating he was going to get into a right state. I managed to get him down although he was still lightly sleeping. Went back to bed and after 5 mins DS cried again. Went through and patted, held hand etc but he was wanting to stand and me pick him up etc. Got him back down again and then within 5 mins he was up crying again. This time DH went through and the crying just intensified. It was coming through the monitor with a slight delay so it was like hearing double the crying.
I just got up and snapped I felt so angry. I walked into the room and said I'd had enough and went over to the cot and kind of growled whilst shouting "NO, you need to sleep now!" DH was like "woah!" And I told him to get out. DS got a fright and kind of ran towards me in his cot for comfort but he was kind of frozen when I was holding him. I did then kiss him and sing some lullabies and he fell asleep. We then all woke up late because this whole thing had lasted 1.5hours. I went to wake DS up in the morning and he was all smiles and fine but honestly I feel absolutely horrendous for making him scared. He quietened right down as soon as a growled :( poor boy.
I just fucking hate BF I want to stop but he gets Ill or is teething so it just hasn't happened yet. And I also hate the fact my DH was always against doing any kind of sleep training and yet it's me the lemon dealing with it every night and staying beside the cot for half an hour at bedtime for DS to fall asleep. And I'm knackered too. Don't know why I'm posting but I need to get it off my chest and I just feel miserable about it all.