Don’t tell Baby Bop where I am

Baby Bop has two teeth. She’s had them for a couple of months now, but they didn’t pose a problem until a few days ago.

At night Baby Bop likes herself a little comfort nursing. It’s her thing. I could do without it, but at 3am it’s not worth a fight.

I scooch toward the other side of the bed. In her sleep Baby Bop scooches too. She throws a leg over mine, then an arm and then she sniffs for a nipple. Yes, even if I keep them covered up. I duck, evade and jump over her to the other side of the bed to wait as she starts scooching again.

It was manageable until the other night when she clamped down with her teeth. She could’ve bitten harder, but it was hard enough. I snatch my nipple away from her,

“OW!!!”

She giggles and tries to nurse again. Wary, but not sure what else to do, I give her my boob back. She does it again.

“That hurts mommy!”

She lets out a full belly laugh and tries to get my boob in her mouth again. I’m pretty sure there’s a saying about this: “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me a million more times and I’m going to have really sore nipples.” Or something like that.

She falls asleep. My breasts are safe for a little awhile. Google tells me that when baby bites and mom yells, some babies are so shocked they never bite again. Other babies think mom’s reaction is really funny and keep biting.

Of course Baby Bop falls in the second category. Pretty soon I’m going to be sleeping on the couch with Captain.*

*Thanks to a good mom friend for this idea.

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