Well, when I came home on Friday I was determined that Kenneth was going to breastfeed. So I gave him one 3.5 oz bottle of breast milk. Then we went into the bedroom and lay on the bed together. All my little stinker wanted to do was bite. Can we say OUCH! So I just kept squirting milk in his mouth. I would bing him to the breast nervously bring him to the breast every time he opened wide and hope I get him off before he bites. He got me good a few times. We did have some success! He WAS breastfeeding for a little while.
Now I just have to work on his bite. Why did he have to get them early??? If it were not for those sharp little suckers I wouldn't be so scared to try again! I would just hate for him to break the skin and put a boob on the old dusty trail!
It is all about baby steps. I still see Friday as a win...even with the bite marks!
1 comment:
Ouch! I'm right there with you on the tooth thing. I wish I had some advice to offer, but all I can do is continue to cheer you on. You rock, MamaMomo.
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