DS has been teething multiple molars and seems to be having a bad time tonight . He was crying so I went up to find him sitting cross-legged, arms outstretched. A lovely cosy feed and the snivelly fretful baby was transformed into a zonked-out cherub within five minutes. In the past few months I've had a few wobbly moments about continuing to BF but it's just such an important comfort for him, and I love knowing I can make him feel better
On a daft note, he thinks I have 4 breasts. If I'm wearing a t-shirt it gets lifted, if I'm wearing a shirt it gets opened. When I'm wearing a polo shirt I'll lift it but he's started coming off halfway through and trying to pull it down instead - I'm sure he reckons I have another set hidden under there!