Lately I have a love-hate relationship with nursing. There are the old reasons: not eating dairy is really hard for me, but it is awesome to be able to provide Evie with this awesome, nutritious food source. And then there are new reasons.
Teething. Need I say more? Evie hasn't been much of a biter, but these top teeth have led to a very painful latch. And when I unlatch her to try again, she gets mad, and cries, and it is hard to get her to latch again at all, let alone in a more comfortable manner.
But then she strokes my neck with her little, chubby hand, and I make a mental note to try and remember how it feels, and wish for that moment to last forever. And I think to myself, just a few more months.
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