This morning after yet another night of being mawled and clawed and wrestled all night I looked at my youngest daughter and said "that's it. This is the very last feed you are ever having."
And we've had a really busy day and it hasn't been an issue. But now it's bed time (we're a few hours ahead of UK) and she's upstairs with my husband, screaming her little head off.
I have not had a nights sleep for years. I am not enjoying it anymore. Some weeks it just hurts to feed her - like newborn madness with sore nips and bleeding.
I rocked her to sleep but she woke up when I tried to put her down. Husband managed to get her back to sleep and we crouched motionless in the dark for 15 minutes. She woke up when we tried to silently leave the room. She is screaming for me and saying her word for milk. She is 2 years and 1 month old.
I'm only writing this for something to do while I sit on the stairs.