Friday, July 07, 2006
The TEETH! Oh my damn! The TEETH!
My little man currently possesses two teeth. Two bony calcified daggers protruding from his precious lower jaw. And he's attempting to get more. He seems to want at least one stalactite from the upper jaw to go with the evil stalagmites on the lower.
All I know is that I HATE THEM! I'm no longer taking any medication to help produce milk. I am also no longer pumping (I actually returned the evil Lactina effectively breaking up with a machine who has been closer to my body in many ways than my husband these last eight months). But I don't want the nursing to end. I love my time with my son and just can't seem to let go of it. So we nurse at every feeding before I allow him the bottle that gives him most of his nutrients.
For the past few days? He's been biting me REPEATEDLY at every feeding to the point that I often can't continue to nurse him for several feedings in a row. I'm raw almost to the point of bleeding. I've had to break out the manual pump (the piston from the Lactina) and that's not going so well either -- it's hell on the arms trying to get it going.
But I'm not giving up. In fact, I've placed a call to my lactation consultant just to ask how I can prevent his biting and continue on.
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