The other day I drove to my in-laws during lunch like I do every day and planned on feeding him. Normally it goes over without a hitch. HOWEVER, this time The Little Octopus (AKA The Piranha AKA Warren) came out to play.
While nursing, I had to hold his head with my left hand
while the whole right arm was trapped under his head. I had my arm in between his legs and around
his back while that leg was held against his chest and his foot under my chin. He
had also reached behind his head to grab my thumb. TWISTER FANATICS WATCH OUT! AND of course my nose started to itch, but I couldn’t
move any part because the battle would start all over again; so I used what I could
and scratched my nose with his toes.
Even after all that he only nursed for a few minutes before
his tummy started hurting him (which was the reason for twisting the leg to his
chest). After readjusting and standing up to settle him-he fell right to sleep.
Rocking the baby is OK by me
Boy o’ boy I can’t wait until I can have a few “Momma”-ritas
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