A letter of Sorts

Dear Baby P,

If I walk in the pouring down rain to come nurse you during my lunch time, please nurse. I sense that it isn't enough that you are biting ALOT but only on one side (concentrating the pain). I have a clogged duct on that side now because I won't let you nurse continually on it. I don't particularly trust you right now. To add insult to injury, you ripped my earring out and lost the back.

I may not be the 'yeller' in the household, but I am pretty passive aggressive. I fed you cold baby food today. You weren't too fond of it, but you were offered warm milk and refused it. Repeatedly.

You see buddy, we are in this together. I know it scares you when I scream 'No' at you. I know your father gets told not to comfort you (which he ignores). I want you to learn that you can't bite the proverbial 'hand' that feeds you.

My feet have finally warmed up. I think it helped to take my wet socks off that I wore all day. You woke up from your nap in a better mood. Even though I grind my teeth to think about you nursing, you cuddled right up to me and nursed like we weren't in a fight this afternoon.

Hopefully it will get all better.
with love,
your mum