This post is an addendum to one of my favorite posts from the last year, Life lessons in pregnancy and breastfeeding from cows.
5AM this morning:
Mike: “What’s he doing?”
Me: “He’s latching on repeatedly, sucking nicely once or twice, then tossing his head from side to side before yanking backwards – still holding on, mind you – until my nipple finally pops out of his mouth. Then he opens his eyes wide in panic and lunges forward like a small, desperate, vacuum cleaner until he finds it again.”
Mike: “Do you want me to tell you what the cows on the farm did when the calves did that?”
Me: “Yes!” (After all, you can’t go past a good cow story at 5AM after you’ve had a grand total of 4 hours sleep that night)
Mike: “Well the calves would nudge under their mothers and do exactly that – yank down on their teats really hard. Or their other favorite trick was to throw their heads up hard and headbutt the mama in the stomach.”
Me: “So what did the mama cows do?”
Mike: “They kicked the calves.”
Mike: “Yup, they’d haul off and give the calves a sharp kick and that usually stopped them.”
Me: “So by extension I could give Dominic a smack on his little bottom when he yanks on me?”
Mike: “You’d be well within your mammalian rights.”
P.S. I relayed this conversation to my own mother this morning and she’s of the opinion that Dominic is still too young to connect his nipple-yanking behaviour with any bovinesque chastisement I might dish out. I’m not so sure, though. He’s clearly old enough to understand the concept of playing with his food.
P.P.S. I relayed this conversation to the community health nurse this afternoon and she just laughed. When I followed it up by asking whether he could be doing this because he’s still hungry at the end of his feed she laughed even harder. “That little guy’s gained over 300g for the second week in a row,” she said. “He has no right to still be hungry at the end of a feed. He’s just being demanding.”