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Growing Pains (thanks a lot, teeth)

This morning J and I talked about the nursing situation. We made a difficult-for-me-to-make decision to stop nursing. The reason is simple: Baby Boy doesn't nurse, get bored, and then bite. He immediately uses me as a chew toy, and he refuses to latch. But he takes a bottle so well. Very well. In fact, he now prefers it. But we aren't switching to formula. Instead, I am pumping all day every day to supply his needs. And since I do that twice a week at work, it really hasn't been a burden. I think I've got a good schedule down, so right now, this works.

Baby Boy now sleeps until 4a! J feeds him his 4a bottle, I get up at 5 to pump, go back to bed for 15 minutes, then on the days I have to drive to work, I get up at 6 and get ready for the day. At first, more sleep meant I was more tired. But today, I feel completely rested.

This weekend or next week, I will be posting a babysitting or nanny job on a caregiver website. I'm nervous and don't want to do it. But I tried convincing my sister to give up her career aspirations and watch Baby Boy twice a week making little money. I don't know why she wouldn't agree to that!

In other baby-related news, Baby Boy is moving everywhere. And he wants to walk SO badly. Life just got infinitely more complicated. But he also started taking about three one-hour-long naps!!!

It's crazy how much he's grown and learned in his short 8 months. He's starting to mimic and is starting to understand language. It's all so interesting. We really hit the jackpot with this kid. I love him so much, I might explode.

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