I've come to the conclusion that I am NOT, in fact, being a wuss when it comes to weaning 2.10 dd. In fact SHE is being extremely difficult about it. She doesn't want to give up her night feeds at all, no way, no how, no thank you ma'am, and she ain't takin' no for an answer.
It took me 3 weeks to get her to drop the 3:30am feed. Three weeks of her waking, asking, being reminded that we don't have mummy milk til the sun's up, screaming/kicking with rage, begging, sobbing, pleading, sucking her thumb and groping my cleavage for whatever scrap of comfort she could find, finally dropping off to sleep, only to start the whole process again half an hour later. (The pleading was the worst: her thinking that, if screaming and sobbing hadn't convinced me, saying "please, mummy" in her nicest, albeit hiccupy, voice, might persuade me how desperately she wanted it.)
And for what? Now she wakes at 4:20. I feed her, because I'm still exhausted from the last round, but guess what? She doesn't want to let go, and when I ask her to, we go through the whole screaming with rage, begging, sobbing, pleading, sucking her thumb and groping my cleavage for whatever scrap of comfort she can find business again. Only now, the fecking birds are at it (dawn chorus my ass, it's more like dawn cacophany around these parts - think parrots, millions and milions of squawking bloody parrots) or the sun's up or she's cold (because she refuses to have a blanket) and more often than not, she doesn't get back to sleep. Or if she does, it takes an hour, by which time there's no chance of me getting back to sleep.
I'm bloody tired of these 4:30am starts. You'd think I could adjust my goddamn body clock to go to bed at 9pm or something, but frankly after I've wrestled ds to bed at 8, I really seem to need a good two hours to work through the day and turn my brain off.
(If you're wondering why she's still feeding at night at all, it's because I went through all this twice with the 1am feed, once with the 3am feed, then she grew some fecking molars and we were back to square one.)
I just have to grit my teeth and find the energy to go through it again. Rah.