Could it actually be less than a week ago that I wrote of my happy, rolly-polly baby? Did I really need to flaunt it? To ask for a bite in the ass? Because, yes, that is exactly what I got. Well, a bite that is. Just somewhere else.
Can you see his little tooth? On the bottom there? No, it isn't a glare or a bit of drool. That is the raggedy jaggedy tip of his first tooth. And it's a real witch. Not only is my poor boy now miserable most of the time, but it feels like a razor blade when he nurses. And yes, he's bitten me. And laughed about it. I know I've felt this before with other kids. I know I've thought I would end up weaning him it hurts so bad, and I know it passes before you know it. But darn, I'm sore.
And throw in another child with a fever, my own 'summer' cold--and instead of the end-of-school-year-happy-summer-planning-and-stock up, you've got a miserable mom who can't remember whether it's time for Motrin or Tylenol. For my kindergartener, cause I just don't take meds while nursing unless I'm at my wits end. And I might be. Very soon.