Living in the land of my boobs...

Alright, everybody. It's on.

As of last Thrusday, we are cleared for full-fledged breastfeeding, PRN, as needed, ad lib, et cetera, et cetera. To breastfeed whenever, wherever is the best. I love it. After we got the good news following Stella's swallow study x-ray, we celebrated by going down to the hospital cafeteria and having a nice little boob feast. Good times.

Stella is currently talking to me, grunting and sucking her knuckles. She's in the process of discovering not only that she has hands, but that under certain circumstances they will bend to her will. She's quite the awesome babester, cooing and smiling and flailing her limbs about. She makes it very difficult to look away or concentrate on anything else. And now that we're nursing full time, she spends quite a lot of time at the boob. Sometimes she just hangs out there, messing with my nip. And if I takeher off for any reason before she decides to stop, I am subject to emphatic protest grunts and occasional screaming. The non-crying screaming is new to her repetoire.

Comments

[Amanda]

Um...more photos! It's just not fair, the holding back.