Well, it's official. The bond that LM and I share over my sweater meat is over. I am actually more sad about it than I thought I would be. I will miss the morning cuddling while she has a snack and the instant need to be with me (and my boobs) when she hurts herself.
However, I will not miss her evil little teeth.
Now before I get hate mail about weaning my baby before she was 1, let me just let you all know that none of this was my doing. First I had a plugged milk duct which my milk supply never really recovered from. But did that deter us? Of course not! Then we stopped nursing to sleep (OK that was my doing mostly to keep my sanity because you can only have someone sucking on your tit for hours on end for so long...8 months was enough). After that we were still going strong during the day, nursing at least 4 or 5 times a day. Then LM just stopped asking for it as much. And pretty soon we were down to only nursing when she would wake up in the morning (and if she had caused herself to bleed). But at least we had the mornings....
The true death of the nursing came recently when the biting became unbearable (she has been biting me ever since she got teeth at 5 months, but that was tolerable). Anytime I try to nurse her she can't make it more than 5 seconds without biting the shit out of my nipples with her 8 teeth...yeah, 8! I tell her to stop and she laughs (I am aware that she is a little evil). then the cycle just starts over again, until I give up an go make her a bottle (go ahead bite the shit out of that!).
The last two days have been nothing but biting so I am putting my foot down and ending our lovely booby relationship. I think I would have put up with it longer if she was actually even nursing when she did it, but she really just starts right in on the biting and I just don't have time (or nipple toughness) to do it if she's not even going to focus.
Guess I get to reclaim the fun bags!
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