breast is best

"it's like getting a titty twister",
i said, three weeks ago,
biting my lip hard as our
boy shortie latched on for his
9:00 feeding.

my husband looked up from his
harry-potter-trance.

"don't you remember when you were
a kid and someone would run up to you
and scream 'titty twister!!!' as they grabbed
your nipple and twisted with all of their might?"

he grimaced, held his chest, and said, "yeah", not
knowing where i was going with this.

"well...breastfeeding is like that.
it is like you are lifting your shirt,
thrusting your bare chest out,
while you bracingly say,
'go 'head...do it...,'
eight to twelve times a day".

silence.

note:
ever since the breast-saver-goddess
came to my house
from the la leche league
things have been MUCH better.
(see previous post)

my lip has healed
and my cursing has ceased.
until
he gets teeth.