So, you know what Miles loves? My boobs. Holy shit does he ever. I mean, seriously a lot. For the past week I've been nursing the kid MOST of his waking hours. He's THREE MONTHS OLD for crying out loud, and he's nursing like a newborn.
Now, I realize that I am lucky to have a kid that took to the breast so well, that nurses so fantastically, that is growing into a fat, healthy baby nourished only on milk. I'm proud, even. But, with the thrush (which is improving) and the fact that we just went through a growth spurt two weeks ago is just wearing me (an my nipples) out.
Pump and give him a bottle, you say? Miles turns his nose up at rubber nipples. They are not as warm and soft and as MOMMY as my boobs are. And so we nurse. And nurse. And nurse.
Yesterday, after an HOUR of nursing, I took him off and put him in his chair and he was immediately gnawing at his fists like some kind of deranged badger. It is to the point that I'd be worried my supply was dwindling were it not for the fact that every time he delatches to catch a breath (he's congested) milk sprays all over his wee face.
And yesterday? Yesterday, Oscar asked me to nurse!!! He said "Nurse? Nurse? Nurse?" and eyed my boobs hungrily. And I was all, "Kid, you've got to be insane if you think I'm gonna let you and those mashers you call teeth anywhere near my boobs. Your time with them is over." And then Oscar said, "Lap? Lap? Lap?" But, you know what? I can't fit a 15 lb infant and a 26 lb toddler in my lap at the same time. I have ample ass, but my lap just is not large enough to hold 40 lbs and five feet of child.
Oh, and? Starving. Dying of thirst. All the time. My goddamn lips are cracked, that's how dehydrated all this nursing has my body.
After a week of sleeping all night, Miles is waking once between 2 and 5 and nursing for an hour. AN HOUR. He is nursing so much that I am waking up engorged. That's right, he feeds in the middle of the night and sill I'm engorged in the morning. I could feed twins with all this milk. Didn't PETA say something about Ben & Jerry's replacing the cows milk in their ice cream with human milk? I have enough for that.
He's sleeping now. My boobs are engorged and they hurt and I need him to nurse to give me some relief, so I can't even properly enjoy these moments where my boobs are allowed a bit of freedom.
When he's awake and not nursing and not trying to devour his fist? Oh my god he is a gem. Smiling, cooing, squealing, laughing. You know what happened the other day? Oscar played peek-a-boo with Miles. And then my blog died. It was that cute. Hiding his face with his hands and revealing his face to Miles to the smiles and giggles of both. I'm dying a little right now remembering that.
So, it's so worth it. Right? This growth spurt can only be, what, another four, five days max?