As you may have heard, some pretty major tooth decay has taken place in Bridget's mouth and breastfeeding at night is to blame. Sort of. Let's just say that on a scale of zero to ten - formula, juice, etc. being a ten and water being a zero - breastmilk is a one. In other words, it is not nothing to worry about; it is something.

(If you are about to suggest I didn't brush her teeth enough or are worried for your own child/think breastfeeding is all bad, please, there is a lot more to the story, just ask.)

In the end, this 'pretty major tooth decay' has forced us to book some 'pretty major dental work' under an always-best-to-be-avoided general anesthetic. I am scared and I don't want to have to go through it more than once (oh yeah, and Bridget will have to go through it too). Bottom line: the night feeding has to go.

This will not be easy. The next few, and possibly several, entries on this blog are for me and Mike (and those loyal friends and family who remain, uh, bored at work) as means to chronicle Bridget's sleep and ours over the next week or so. God help us if it takes any longer.

That's it! Wish us luck! (P.S. I am not prepared. This means we may give up, but don't cut us slack if we do.)