You remember back in the day when I was agonizing over Willow's thumbsucking, and couldn't decide whether it was the best thing ever, or whether it would doom us to a childhood of smelly thumbs and crooked teeth?
Well, the decision was taken out of my hands. Willow was interested in her thumb for only about three weeks, and that was months and months ago. The thumb is useless to her. So are binkies, which she tends to chew, or to suck on the other side, not the nipple side. The only things that are comforting to suck on are my nipples. If she can't get those, she'll make do with Dave's arm if she is held in the optimum fake breastfeeding position, or my lower lip (I wish I were joking about that last one.)
I'm doomed. Doomed, I tell you. I have every intention of nursing on through the first year (that's probably about the cut-off point for me), but I can't even figure out how I'm going to nurse less without making it an emotionally torturous event for both of us. She'll skip a meal if she's having a grownup food meal and if she's not tired. We have not mastered the going to sleep without a snack. Even if she falls asleep in the stroller, if she hasn't nursed first, she usually wakes up shortly thereafter. And I know this spells trouble. I need to teach her to nap without the breast, and then, horror of horrors, we'll have to go to bed without the breast (though I'll probably wait on that one for a good long while).
Anybody got any advice to offer? What's the procedure here? Or should I just not worry about it now?
Incidentally, one of the funniest things ever is watching Willow try to get from one place to the next. Emphasis on try. She makes no progress whatsoever. But she lunges her body forward like a giant immobile slug, and her grunts become louder and louder--as though the louder the grunt, the more success she might have. And I just sit there laughing at her, because I'm the best mom ever.