She’s started biting, this little lady. My nipples, that is. And it hurts. Quite a lot.
Only recently I was sure that I would continue feeding Lila for quite some time, but now I’m not convinced.
There’s the biting, which isn’t much fun, but there are other signs too that
she may be ready to finish our feeding time together. After refusing the bottle for months, in the past week she’s taken to guzzling down a full formula feed in one hit. I wonder if my milk just isn’t enough any more.
She’s also not at all fussed on a midday boob-feed, but will happily drink a full bottle. I think this has something to do with not wanting to miss any part of the action, now that she’s so much more aware of what the action really is.
I was hoping to feed for a year this time. I’m not sure why. I fed Oliver until he was nine months, so perhaps it was a personal challenge. I'm also not working now, so why stop? But maybe the reality is that the nine-month mark is just how we roll. It’s good enough for me.
Part of me feels sad that it’s coming to an end. The breastfeeding-bond is beautiful. But the other part is looking forward to getting back to full health. I feel pretty drained. My chest is bony. My hair is still falling out and the re-growth isn’t pretty.
We won’t force things. We’ll keep going and let things happen naturally and slowly.
And what will be will be.
But tell me… have you ever had to deal with a biter?