It finally happened. Baby was bound to figure out how to use those two teeth of hers sooner or later. I was really hoping for later. Well, to be honest I was really hoping for never.
I thought that since we'd come this far, she was just going to skip the whole biting mommy while nursing phase. I was going to be one of those moms that people hate when they compare children and I say my baby never bit me. You know, like the moms who say they loved being pregnant. Or that labor was a breeze. Or their baby slept through the night from the day they came home for the hospital. One of THOSE moms. Apparently it wasn't meant to be. I don't know what I was thinking. None of the other aforementioned items was true for me. Why did I think this one would be?
On with the story.
It happened late one night. I was nursing Baby like normal and thinking happy Mommy thoughts. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt a sharp, shooting pain. I looked down in surprise at Baby and she grinned wickedly up at me. I told her no and flicked her cheek, hoping to dissuade her. She didn't seemed phased and went right back to nursing.
A few moments later, I felt an even sharper pain and Baby was staring up at me with big, blue eyes. I told her no, and flicked her cheek. She refused to let go and I was in PAIN. I pinched her cheek this time. Still, she held on. I pinched harder and she let go and started to wail.
I was done nursing for the night and Baby went to bed. I still had throbbing pain. Being bitten hurts!
The next morning Baby had red marks where I had pinched her cheek. I dropped her off at daycare and she still had prominent red marks on her cheek. I felt obligated to explain to daycare what had caused them and hoped they didn't report me.
Thankfully, by the end of the day the red marks were gone. I nursed her again and she hasn't bitten me quite as hard since. We're still working on it though and I've become slightly paranoid every time I nurse hoping she doesn't bite me again.
Score one for bottle feeding.