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My Glamorous Life

This morning started off (key words) perfectly.  Paisley started to stir around 7 a.m. so I crept in her room to get her.  On days we're off work, I like to take her back to my bed to sneak in some cuddle time and more sleep.  She immediately snuggled in, nursed for a while, and then fell quickly back to sleep.  I love nothing in this world more than I love the feel of her soft, warm, tiny body next to me.  I love her sweet breathing, and the way she always has a hand on me as if for security.

We sleep until 9:30 which was awesome considering we had went to bed at 11:00.  I am a person who adores sleep.  And until I had her, I never really missed out on a good night's sleep.  Anyways, I woke up feeling really happy that she'd slept so long and thought I'd nurse her again before we got up just to extend our sweet family time. 

Everything was still going along perfectly, until something I feared for a long time happened.  I knew this was possible, but I'd really hoped that she'd be kinder to her mama than to do something so mean. 

She bit me.

On my poor nipple.  I thought she'd actually taken "Rightie" off by the way it felt.  I was sure I was going to look down to see a nipple-less breast.  In fact, it made me a little woozy.  But all was still intact.  Just very traumatized.   And confused.

Why would she injure the one thing that she's loved the most up until now?  Why would she betray her food source and the place she goes for comfort?

The child has two teeth on the bottom.  What in the world is going to happen when she gets some upper teeth to work with?  She could do some serious damage!  And I'm just not ready to give up nursing yet.  But I also appreciate keeping all of my parts.  Especially the ones with lots of nerve endings.  It's actually painful right now just thinking about it.

But then she went on to further solidy my perfect day as a mom.  She pooped all over our living room carpet.  We just had it cleaned on Wednesday.  And she explosively pooped all over it.  She's had 3 blowouts in the past 24 hours.  Yesterday's got all over me and possibly ruined one of my favorite outfits of hers.  What is the deal?  This house is falling apart.  But at least it's all because of the most beautiful baby in the world!

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  1. Haha!! Ok, it's not funny...except it kinda is. (the pooping part)

    Baby girl doesn't realize she's hurting her source of all things love and nourishment. She is just realizing that she has the ability to bite, so why not? If she keeps doing it, just remove her from that breast and sternly say no bite. She'll learn that it's not ok to bite your nipple - and hopefully not to bite people in general!

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  2. yikes! hope the week improves for ya quickly! lol!

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  3. Ouch! I agree with Tracey, set some boundaries or you will pay, lol!!

    Nursing always sounds so magical when you describe it...sure hasn't been for me yet:). Was it always that way for you? It is still a lot of work and anxiety on our end. I keep on pushing through, hoping we eventually get into a good rhythm and get that experience...just wondering when?

    Anyway, hope you don't get covered in poop again today...lol!

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  4. Oh my that sounds terrible. Baby teeth are like little razors. I'm so sorry to hear about the injury. Yikes.

    I have no idea how you could stop this from happening?

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  5. Oh my gosh just thinking of that makes me cringe! Ow!! Hope she starts to be a bit more gentle very soon!

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  6. Just caught up on all your posts. Lots going on with you guys :) Swim class sounds ADORABLE. I am looking forward to doing a swim class with Owen this summer. What a little cutie pie you have in her little bikinis!

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  7. She's probably about to cut more teeth! Emma has exposive diarrhea for up to three weeks before the teeth break through, but she usually cuts them 2-4 at a time.

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