More in the “breastfeeding is weird” chronicles
Back to the breastfeeding is weird thing, last night I was putting Sam to bed and he was having trouble falling asleep. For the first time in about a week he asked to nurse. I wasn’t feeling great and wasn’t in the mood so I asked if he was sure and he flopped on his belly and let me rub his back for a while, but after a minute or two he asked again. He didn’t want to sit on my lap though, and at this point nursing lying down (with his vice-like grip) is way too painful. I tried to get him on my lap and he cried and stiffened. He realized I wasn’t budging and begrudgingly climbed up on my lap and started to nurse.
But he wasn’t happy. He pulled down my shirt, climbed down, pulled up my shirt on the other side and said, “that one, that one.” So I let him nurse on that side for a while. But he still wasn’t happy. He pulled my shirt down, tugged on the the other side and said, “that one, mama. That one.” So I let him nurse on that side again. Of course that side wasn’t good enough, and after a few seconds it was the same routine. I told him that this side was the last side and he was all done after that. He nursed on the second side again, lost interest pretty quickly and asked for a drink. I gave him his water and he passed out sideways with his water bottle clutched in his pudgy little hands and his head on my leg.
If having your kid pull up your shirt and express a random preference of “that one,” when talking about your breasts isn’t weird I don’t know what is.



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