Ella's first tooth broke through right around 8 months. We're now approaching 9 months, and she still only has that one little tooth. But let me tell you--that one little tooth is enough to inflict some serious pain when she bites down while nursing. It's sharp!
And to make matters worse, when she's not biting me on one side...she's playing with--as in twisting and pulling--the other side! She just started doing it in the last week or so. I try to explain to her that it's not a toy, but she just smiles up at me and reaches for it again. It's like she's marking her territory or claiming it for herself.
And if it's not the nipple she's grabbing at, then it's my hair. Gone are the days of a peaceful nursing baby. It doesn't seem so long ago that I had to apply a cold washcloth to her forehead or pinch her toes to keep her awake, and now I'm just hoping that she'll relax long enough to get a couple of ounces into her tummy.
Titty-twisters aside, I still love my nursing time with Ella. I love starting me day with her, watching her wake up as she nurses; and then ending my day with her, watching her relax and drift off to sleep. Some folks want coffee first thing in the morning--Ella just wants the breast. She wakes up like my husband--a little on the grumpy side. But after a couple of minutes at the breast, she's blowing raspberries (yes, sometimes while still at the breast) and smiling up at me. What a way to start my day!
Today's blessing was having a colleague come back to work after her maternity leave. She really brings a lot to our office, and I know that she was missed while she was gone.