Owwww
Yesterday morning when Sam woke up at 6.30, a full hour before he’s been waking, I decided to try something I’d given up on months ago: bringing him into bed with us. He was content to cuddle for about a minute and a half before he sat up, and started pulling the blankets down and my shirt up. He didn’t have much luck and he started to cry and make the sign for milk. I sighed, lifted my shirt and tried to get comfortable.
Two hours later, after drifting in and out of a shallow sleep, I fully awoke to Sam’s mouth clamped firmly around my nipple. It hurt as badly as it did those first few weeks. I’m sure the monster nursing session exacerbated the fact that somewhere in the night he lost his latch and just grabbed onto whatever he could. And what he got wasn’t nearly as much as she should have.
I am now officially declaring a moratorium on morning snuggles until he’s fully weaned.



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