The End of an Era

It's official, I am a human pacifier. Little P was (I stress was) my only binky baby...sigh. He is, however, no longer. In fact, over the course of the last three or four days he has gone from making a face whenever I try to give him the pacifier to literally screaming in anger. Consequently, here it is, just after midnight, and I have spent the better part of an hour nursing and re-nursing and re-re-nursing until he was finally in a deep enough sleep to leave me alone. This cannot lead anywhere good, and I think we all know it.

Parts of me are a bit raw from the last few days, and poor Vinny feels a quite rejected by his son (seeing as there is no part of Vinny that will satisfy). If I get anywhere near P, he starts that "I'm going to starve to death" panting and grunting.

Let's all remember how hard I worked on getting this baby to nurse. Formula nearly killed the poor guy. We spent weeks in the NICU, feeding tubes, bottles, pumping, no dairy, soy formula, baby bowel loops, x-rays... on and on. Well, mission accomplished, this baby is officially a serious nurser, and I feel like I have really conquered something here. But...Oh, how I long for those pacifier days.