Breastfeeding Baby #2

Nursing our first child didn’t exactly start out easy. He had a double short frenulum. Because of that, he couldn’t extend his tongue over his gum line and he therefore “chomped” on me. I was cracked and bloody and cried every time. When he was 3 weeks old, Amber (my dear friend and one of our authors) checked out his latch again and recognized the short frenulum — her son had one too. She suggested that we have it checked out by an oral surgeon. We did so and that morning, his frenulum was clipped. That was the beginning of a wonderful 16 month breastfeeding relationship between my son and I.

I expected nursing to go somewhat easier this time. For the most part, it has. No cracked and bleeding nipples. No crying. I have had our share of rough nights, sore nipples, and poor latches, but I can’t complain. I don’t have intense pain like the first time. Now, beside the joy of providing nourishment to our son and the joy of just plain nursing him, in the fullness of the word “nurse,” I have found an adorable breastfeeding partner — our oldest child. Yes, the one that had the double short frenulum. He climbed up onto the couch, said, “nurse Elmo,” and that’s exactly what he did — nurse his baby! What a privilege we have as moms to NURSE our babies. It’s even better when our older children immitate us because they think it’s pretty special too.

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