Actually, tension is a bit of an understatement. The first night after Nate was cutoff from feeding, he even became physically abusive with mom & dad. He found it especially offensive when we offered him a bottle, viewing it as a 'booby prize' of sorts. He'd smack at the bottle, and occasionally take a swing at us, if only to break up long periods of cries and tears. He didn't get much sleep that night and the tears were still coming well past midnight.
The next morning he woke up to dad. This, unfortunately, is not the person who has been there when he woke up every other morning. The person who was ready to offer a morning feeding was nowhere to be found. Needless to say, this didn't sit well with the little guy. Eventually, he accepted his fate, an alternative food source, and instantly became the pleasant fella we know him to be.
The next night was rocky, but much less eventful, and my guess is that each night from here on out will go even smoother.
Next week he turns 18 months old (1.5 years) and a day after that he starts at a new school.
He's growing up and he makes me happier every day.
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