Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Bleeding My Own Blood
So while Avery nurses her hands are generally a flurry of activity. It started out with loving little strokes on my arm or back. "Ahh," I thought, "How sweet".
However, since she has gotten older and more curious, her soft strokes have turned into pinches and orifice exploring jabs. You will notice, if at any given time I am wearing a shirt which shows my collarbone, it usually has a whole bunch of tiny little scabs or red marks. Avery LOVES to pinch my neck. Sometimes she pinches her own neck if I won't let her pinch mine. Oh and those tiny fingers! Those tiny fingers love to find their way into my mouth or nose. With the mouth, she'll sneak that little pointer in ever so gingerly, and when you least expect it, she'll fish hook you. Yeow. And my nose. Well...that's a new one. Yesterday she got me good. After her little jab, I noticed my nose was running. Oh...nope--it was blood
But who could get mad at that sweet face. No but seriously. I am like, "Avery honey no no, that hurts mama," in like the nicest voice ever. I don't want her to be scared of nursing, and I don't want to yell at her. So endure it I will. For now.
I know our eyes look creepy. I have discovered some new photoshop actions and tend to use them a little heavy handedly at first. I am however too lazy to fix it at the moment, so you get us with crazy eyes. But crazy eyes go well with blood.