Hobson's Choice
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Nursing blues
I am done with breastfeeding, and Eleanor is not done. She continues a passionate relationship with the breasts, and I am so tired of nursing her.
Guilty, too. We worked soooooo hard to be able to nurse. I was desperate when I thought she wouldn't be able to and so ecstatic when she did. She had to go the first eight weeks of life outside without nursing much, and I think that contributes to her continued passion. Nursing has been a gift, making the care and feeding of a premie much easier and letting us catch up on our bonding after our early separation.
Yet now, I resent the hell out of having to get up in the middle of the night to nurse sometimes when nothing else will calm her; I really resent the cannibalistic boob attack at 5 a.m. every morning.
p.s. Today's Big Bird's birthday, which we will be celebrating with a tea party.
9:13 a.m. - 2004-03-21
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