Breastfeeding a toddler with bad table manners
Cubby is a giant baby of 11 months, one who spills out of my arms and lap. He loves to nurse and so do I, but he has never been a quiet eater.
From his first day he has been noisy! Grunting and growling, sounds much larger than his tiny body could possibly create, resounded from his throat. Watching TV while nursing has always been more about reading lips. And conversation, forget it!
For a while, I could use my phone or read on my tablet. No longer. He's like a bronc rider, waving his free arm around, smashing any technology across the room. And if I dare to nurse where the TV is on, I guess I deserve the nip-lash as he jerks his head around to see what's playing that music.
Currently, he requires a two-handed hold. If he tracks like his older brother, our nursing time is coming to a close. After his birthday and once he's steadier on his feet, he'll be pouncing on me and diving back out of my lap. I don't know if I will want to deal with that to save the bond. I may. He's my last nursling after all.
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