It appears I have now reached the stage in breastfeeding Arlo that can only be compared to trying to nurse a live rainbow trout plucked straight out of a stream. You should see the arm muscles I’m developing as I try to hold on to him while his arms and legs flail about wildly. It’s like he wants to eat and do a dance-cardio workout at the same time.
If this is what happens at six months, I can’t even wrap my head around what sort of wild animal I’m going to wrestle to get him to nurse at a year old.
Love,
M
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