I love breastfeeding. In my fast paced type A world it is a great way to slow me down and make me focus on what’s really important. Like the time I will never get back with my last baby and the bond it creates for us both. Enter the bottom two teeth. My worst enemy. I have no problem producing milk but this stage of the game is a killer. We are easily distracted by kids interrupting, dad walking in, the noise of the phone. In any case, things happen that disrupt the flow. My baby has decided to test this by taking a good hard lockdown and pulling. No son, you can’t take this with you. Decision time- are you going to turn your head or stay latched? Meanwhile, I search for a creative way to stop the lock jaw! Hard to be annoyed at this sweet little face!
