Hiding under the covers (in order to be on my phone without baby seeing) during A’s “bedtime routine.” It goes like this…
Bring baby upstairs against his will (2-year-old baby). Get in bed and wrestle baby to nurse. Fight to keep him from leaping off the bed. Finally get baby to nurse (and calmly). Husband walks into room, bumps into something, baby notices him and starts CRYING. Refuses to drink more milk, refuses to go to husband, just cries.
Now B’s rocking him in his infant car seat and singing ABC’s. You know it’s bad when he resorts to singing–he hates it.
Go to sleep, baby…Go. To. Sleep.