Yes, that's right, ladies and gentlemen. We have a biter.
As many of you know, Isaiah now has two bottom teeth. And while I haven't been able to catch those delightful little fangs on camera yet, let just tell you they are definitely there. Trust me.
The first bite happened yesterday afternoon just as he was almost done nursing. He looked up at me and then proceeded to clamp down as hard as he could, almost as if he knew he was going to do something wrong. Luckily, I still use the nipple shield so he didn't get much skin. The shield on the other hand, had to be pried from his jaws.
OK, so I may be a little dramatic about the big bite but this is where it gets sad. Later that night, we started nursing and he was doing fine then he got distracted, broke his latch, then when he went back for more, he KEPT BITING! After trying over and over again, I broke down and made him a bottle.
He then decided to wake up at 1 a.m. (teething is not a wonderful thing) to nurse (thank goodness, no biting!). I thought everything would resume back to normal today and it hasn't. He didn't want to nurse when he woke up...he kept biting. So we went straight to breakfast (baby oatmeal and apples). About midday he was acting like he wanted to nurse to we tried...he wouldn't. He only wanted to BITE. Then he started crying hysterically! This rarely happens in our house. I knew he wanted some liquid nourishment but he absolutley did not want to nurse. So I made him a bottle. This same exact thing just happened again. No nursing, just a bottle.
Is this really happening? Is he really starting to wean? I want to cry. I knew it was bound to happen. I just never thought he'd be over nursing and PREFER a bottle.
I have to say I'm a little heartbroken.