I am a total advocate of breastfeeding. I know it is not possible or practical for some people and I completely understand that. I do think that everyone should give it shot before discounting it, but hey, that's my opinion.
Anyhow, lately nursing has been so. . . unenjoyable. I think my milk supply isn't quite what it used to be, for starters. Henry will nurse anytime it is offered, he has never once turned me down, which makes me think he's not being fully satisfied. This makes me sad. He eats 2 jars of baby food a day and sometimes some baby cereal as well or some baby toast. I know he's not starving, but I wish I knew a magic trick to make him take formula. Even once a day would be a relief to me.
My b00bs hurt. Not only am I just sore from the amount of nursing, but Henry does some things that hurt too. He likes to pull away from my body while he nurses. Ouch. Why? He pushes his hands against me like he's pushing off, but stays latched on. Mean, huh? Then he also likes to pinch. Whatever arm of mine is supporting his head is being constantly pinched. No, not cute little soft love pinches. Hard, tiny little nails grabbing the smallest amount of skin as hard as possible pinches. I want to scream. Sometimes I do. I try to pin his arm in between my upper arm and torso, he escapes in seconds. His other hand is usually pretty harmlessly placed in my mouth for some reason. But on occasion he feels it needs to get in on the action and grabs my entire lower lip and yanks it as if trying to remove it from my face.
So there you have it. I am sick of nursing. I don't like it anymore. But can I stop? No. Maybe if my husband will actually take the kid for half a day so his only option is formula. Is that going to happen? In my dreams.
Doesn't he look so innocent?