Yesterday my poor husband received a call from a tired, worn out, frantic and hysterical wife. The conversation went something like this (if he could make it out through the sobs):
"I'm tired. He won't stop crying. He has cried for an hour and a half. I have tried EVERYTHING. He doesn't want to sleep in his crib. I don't think I can do this anymore. I am going to stop nursing and I wanna go back to work."
Of course, that conversation was preluded by an afternoon of screaming and a night prior with no more than an hour of consecutive sleep. All because we want him to sleep in THIS now . . .
And 0f course, today is a better day. :)
I don't think I will quit nursing and I love being at home with him.
Being a mother is not for the faint of heart.