Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I have 15 pounds and 12 ounces of pure man-child. He seems to be growing at a much faster pace than our girls did, with 4 teeth at only 4 months old! He is a joy. Everyone was right about that whole mother-son bond thing. There's just one problem.
He seems to have taken up a habit of soothing his aching gums during our nursing sessions. It's a cycle. He's in pain, I'm in pain. He's in pain, I'm in pain.
I've heard of pain bringing people closer together, but somehow this kind seems more likely to drive us apart.