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the bug bit me & then I bled

Last week Coen was diagnosed with a viral infection that created a double ear infection and pink eye in both eyes.  I thought I was in the clear.  I thought I had missed the boat on getting his bug, but then it bit me ( I supposed co-sleeping with a sick baby will inevitability make you ill). 

It started Sunday night when I thought I was dying.  I had this constant dry itch in my throat that I could never soothe.  It was terrible.  I drank hot liquids, water and tried to keep cough drops going all day.  Nothing was working.  I basically started to sound as though I was loosing my voice and by Monday morning, I basically had "man voice" going, which was awesome. Monday started some pressure in my head and drainage in my nose and throat.  This morning, it's about the same except the pressure is starting to fade a little.

With all the drainage this morning, I had a really hard time clearing my throat.  So much so, that on my drive in I got so chocked up that I ended up getting ill out the window.  Gross, I know.  But it's what happened.  I had never had that happen before, but it was all mucus induced.  I'm hoping I don't have much longer with this mess, and I hope it doesn't get any worse.  What a mess.  It's hardly winter here and I have this crummy cold.  Gah.

In other news, I wanted to touch on how bf (nursing) is going.

My routine is that I'll nurse Coen at home, pump at work and nurse him at night.  If I feel that what I'm giving him isn't enough, I will give him a formula bottle.  When I'm not with him, he gets 2 bm (breast milk) bottles and 1 formula bottle.

Pumping at work has always been a little annoying to me because sometimes it just takes a while for my body to figure out what's going on and find the "let down".  Other times, it's right on point.  I have the same schedule everyday, but some days are just better than others.  Is it my water intake? Maybe.  That really does prove to change the amount that is "let down".

(taking a gulp of water)

Before becoming pregnant, I would pump and bring home anywhere from 12 to 20 ounces of milk a day. It was amazing.  Basically, based on that return, I could feed Coen for an entire with 2 days of pumping and the rest would be saved for another time.  Now, being pregnant and still pumping/nursing, I bring home anywhere from 4 to 7 ounces a day and on average, it's really more like 5 ounces a day.

Is it worth it to keep going?  In my opinion, yes.  Breast milk is the best for Coen and I want to be able to give that to him for as long as I am able. Yes, I've introduced formula, but that doesn't mean that formula is the only thing that I want to give him.  I'm just substituting while my supply dips.  Will I stop before baby #2 comes?  I don't plan on it.  If Coen stops before baby #2 comes, then I will continue to pump just to keep going on my own.  Seems a little silly, but I want to give him what's best and that's all.

Have I thought about stopping?  Only recently, this has happened and it's not that I would stop pumping, but that I would stop nursing.  Mainly because Coen has 6 teeth and lately, if he acts interested, is brought to my chest and isn't interested... he'll bite me.

It happened a few times before, but this last week has been especially bad.  I don't know if it's my hormones or what, but when he did it on Saturday night (in the middle of the night) I was caught off guard with the amount of pain that I had just induced that I didn't know how to react other than just cry.  Then I realized that amount of pain I was in and bloted it with a tissue and realized that I was bleeding.  I started balling.  It's seriously one of the most painful things I had ever experienced. 

Then on Sunday afternoon, he did it again.  This time I didn't bleed, but it was still the same amount of pain.

I've thought about pumping exclusively, but I haven't come to the conclusion that it will be what I end up doing.  It's just a thought in the back of my mind.  I know that I'm not going to be able to go on much longer with a biter.  I'm hoping it's a phase and it's going to pass.  I don't know that you can develope a callus to a biter. 

Anyone experience this before?  Do you have any advise or suggestion on how to continue on and power through?

And there you have it.  Two topics that may not be something you'd ever want to read about... and then you just did.  I'm sorry they are bright and cheery.  Just what's up, right now.


Mrs. B said…
I'm still nursing my 12 month old, and everytime she gets a new tooth, she bites. I really don't think she's doing it intentionally to hurt me, she seems to just lose her sense of where the sharp objects in her mouth are - mostly because once she's reacclimated she's very, very careful when she latches on. So, whenever it starts I just pull her off and very firmly and loudly say "NO biting mama!" She usually dissolves into tears and we cuddle and I comfort her a whole bunch. Sometimes she won't nurse after that right away, but never more than that session. I keep doing it every time until she's able to figure out what she's doing. I don't think I've ever had to do it more than maybe 3 times. Some people told me to slap her hand or even bite her back, but I found that it's SO painful and shocking and my response is so emotionally laden that I think it's really an inappropriate time (at least for me) to even consider anything physical. Plus just speaking loud and firm to her scares her enough to get the point across. From what I understand, the big thing is to make sure they don't think it's a game and just do whatever you can to impress him that what he's doing is not ok. Good luck!
Allison said…
First of all, I hope you feel better soon--that sounds horrific.

Secondly, if you would like to help encourage your letdown, try a warm compress. I bought those microwaveable hot packs (in the first aid aisle) and used them when my supply was dropping. It also helped me get out the last bit of milk at the end of a pumping session.

Lastly, I don't have experience with the teeth since E was almost 10 months old when she got her first teeth and only nipped me once or twice (and was old enough to understand when I took her off the breast). But with this pregnancy my breasts have been SO tender that I can't imagine being bitten while nursing! Ow.
Leah said…
The biting. Augh. :( Ezra still doesn't have teeth thankfully!

Both Isaac and Ezra bit me, but never caused me to bleed. What's worked for me is to yell in pain. Yup, that's about it.

With both boys it's caused them to cry and it was never much of an issue, just an infrequent occurrence.
Stephanie said…
No advice on the breastfeeding, but I just wanted to say I hope you feel better soon! Getting sick out the car window has got to be up there on the scale of awful things to encounter while sick. :(
Abi said…
Oh, yes, yes, yes...but I stuck with it, even though I considered stopping and I am so glad I did. I used a similar technique to Mrs. B. I don't have any advice for you...of course you should do what feels right...but only to share that now she is 20+ months old and we are still nursing once before bed. It is the most wonderful thing I can imagine, to still have that connection with her. I am also at the point of deciding when to stop nursing, no matter when it happens it seems to be a hard decision.
Abi said…
Oh!! I didn't read Mrs. B.'s entire post...I never, never, never would slap her or bite her. I think slapping or biting would be so much worse than just quitting breast feeding. Goodness, hitting or biting a baby? We teach our children by our actions to them!
Mrs. B said…
Abi, I agree! However, I do know people who said that nothing, absolutely nothing worked until they gave a little slap on the hand or something like that. Mostly when the baby thinks its funny and so the firm voice doesn't work. I've never seen the necessity for that, and firm voices works great for us, but it sounds like its a viable option for some people.

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