I guess it’s part and parcel of breastfeeding that you receive the odd nip here and there, I’ve certainly received a few over the years.
This morning’s “nip” however, was perpetrated by a 14 month old with plenty of teeth who didn’t let go until she realised I was screeching because of her! I have the wound to prove it too! Trust me when I say the offended area was throbbing and burning for quite some time.
In her defence, I think she thought she was biting my nightie which I was trying to wrangle out of the way in the wee pre dawn hours. My husband’s instant response was that I will now give up breastfeeding altogether – it not being worth the trouble.
But… but… I don’t want to! I’m not ready! Each of my babes have been the ones to give up, not me.
It’s such a special thing to be able to nourish a child in this way and to have close bonding time (not that chomping does much for the bonding!) Perhaps it’s because I know she may be our last baby because of my medical problems, that I’m more determined to hang in there.
Whatever the case, I have big apprehensions about the impending bedtime feed tonight.
We shall see…..
In much brighter news it’s a glorious sunny day today so I baked some fruit loaves. The girls had their hair washed and put on some pretty summery dresses.
