At 2:30 Henry woke up in his crib.
Jim tried to get him back to sleep, and was successful for 20 minutes. When Henry woke the second time, I went in his room, and tried to pat and rub his back until he slept again. It didn't work. I brought him into the living room to hold him and whisper songs until he fell asleep.
It did not go well. He fought to be let go, and wandered the house sobbing. I picked him up... this goes on and on, and I'm sure you have better things to do with your lives then read about the heroic attempts I made in the line of battle.
I was reading "Goodnight Moon" at 4am. I did everything I could except my one surefire trick. He cried, I leaked. Finally, I weighed the options, and backsliding on weaning was worth an hour of sleep to me.
He woke at 10 this morning, and we did not nurse.
Weaning is a process, not an event, I have to remind myself.
Henry has been having some terrible, awful sleep issues for about 10 days now. I took him to the doctor on Friday to rule out ear infections and the like. Looks like we're just going through a phase. A blurry, sleep deprived, grouchy phase.