Monday, February 6, 2012
one of those nights
Baby S decided that it would be one of those nights when she MUST HAVE A NIPPLE IN HER MOUTH. Why? I have no fricking fracking clue. She's 11 months old, for cripes sake! She hasn't had a "I'm going to eat all night" night for quite a while.
I think. My memory doesn't function too well anymore. Brain too filled up with Goodnight Moon, laundry and cute baby faces.
Anyways, by 7:30 am my breasts felt like 2 deflated old balloons and she was still sucking. The child couldn't possibly have been getting anything out, but still, she was attacking me like a rabid little spider monkey, feasting on the breast buffet. Right, left, right, left.
Well, whatever. We're awake now and she's started her day (albeit somewhat crabbily). She's chewing on an apple wedge and looking for mischief. Me, I'm just going to chalk it up to the almighty terror-causing teething bug, and leave it at that.
And drink a crapload of water.