Seven Months. The first two were hellacious, hovered over baby in ridiculous position. My back aching, tears running down my face. Solution? Figure out how to nurse laying down. Ahhhh. Sleeping while feeding the child. Seemed great. Besides, every baby book said that once baby hits about 12 lbs, he will sleep through the night. Considering he was born at almost 9, I should have known better. But, I had high hopes.
Now, he is a 2 1/2 foot 21 lb man! The past month we have battled. He kicks me and cries every two hours, demanding more and more booby. I have been told by concerned citizens not to take this abuse. "You shouldn't let that baby sleep with you anymore!" Dad says, "I am tired of that baby in my bed!"
What is a tired mom to do? Evict the teething baby, looking for comfort at the breast of his mother? go to a shelter for abused women? I don't know. He expects that connection, day or night. If he wanted a hug, would I say "No son, it is not scheduled for this time, maybe later" ?
It is taking a toll on my sanity. Some have suggested weening. To what? Why would I give him a can of fake powdered milk at this point? would the other members of my family want to start drinking powdered milk too? No. Pump, some say. Yes, just pump into a plastic piece of equipment while the baby stares at me wondering why. Yes, pump and try to stuff a fake boob in his mouth. He will not take a fake boob. He hates fake boobs. He is a boob connoisseur.
So, I will wait it out. Seven months, at least four to go. Some may say it is crazy. But I would like to think my son would say "thank you mommy" if he could talk.