The biggest milestone this month has been his two teeth, and yes, he has bitten me. And it hurts. A lot. The first time he bit me was in the middle of the night, and I screamed so loud it frightened him. To begin with he had no idea that the was hurting me; he would bite me, I would scream, he would unlatch and start to cry, and then be afraid to nurse again. The look on his face seemed to say "If...if I start again...are you going to make that awful noise?" I think by the end he figured out what he was doing though. The last time it happened I grimaced when he bit me, and he looked up at me and started to cry. I looked down and told him mommy was ok, and he smiled and went back to nursing. It hasn't happened since.
Actually the hardest part about the past month has been my health, which is taking a while to straighten itself out. Since leaving the hospital I have had two back to back cases of mastitis, and hence was on antibiotics for three weeks straight. I finished up my last course just under a week ago, but now it looks like my cellulitis is coming back, so I'm back on antibiotics for another week. Sigh. I just wish they'd figure out what on earth is going on.
Here's looking forward to Summer!