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Because surely you aren’t really expecting me to continue to be in charge of a whole human person when I have this terrible cold. I want to be pampered and provided with chicken soup and hankies and footrubs, not up four times in the night to attempt to nurse a possibly-teething baby who has taken to treating my breast like his enemy. Seriously. He likes to get up real close to my nipple, open his mouth, squinch up his eyes, and yell directly at that thing at the top of his lungs while smashing his face into it as hard as he can.
I’m tired and my head hurts and my throat hurts and my nose is stuffy and my desperation for Ezra to fall asleep already is getting palpable. But every time his eyes start to close, they jump open again and he smiles and bangs his feet to show me how happy he is to be awake. So happy! And hungry! But boob makes Hulk smash!
That’s how it goes sometimes. Contrary. Like in this video, in which I attempt to get Ezra to show off his marvelous new giggle and he shows me something else instead.
Emily
— Oct 13 / 10:01Very funny. Ellie is in this space where she likes to punch the area above my boob and then grab my shirt as if her life depends on it. Maybe all this Freudian boob stuff is true.
I hope you feel better soon. I haven’t had my first cold with the babe yet but between Dan teaching and our play groups, it is bound to happen.
Maureen Kelleher
— Oct 13 / 19:00Oh, my. I feel ya. Thanks to thrush, Tony has started this whole little headshaking dance above the nipple, then jumps on it, then jumps off again. It’s now nearly impossible to know when he’s really finished eating. And sometimes he cries while he’s sucking, I gather because his mouth is sore from the infection. Phooey. Hang in there. Hopefully we’ll both be in good enough shape to get together Friday.