Two posts in one day. I'm amazed, are you? I'm having a rough evening. James is teething right now. His top six teeth are all moving around. You can see the bumps and ridges where the teeth are coming down. Three are imminent. His two front teeth and one tooth next to that (on the right when looking at him) are almost through. You can see the white line of a tooth when you look at the bottom of his gums. The poor guy has been up for hours in the middle of the night the last two nights. Kris and I are exhausted. James is grumpy and now he's biting. He's biting everything in sight (my knee as he's standing up against me, his toys, his blanket, etc.). And now he's biting while nursing. He's almost completely refusing the left side and only slightly better on the right. I'm cringing with each feed, waiting for the searing pain. I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that this is temporary, that once the teeth come in he'll go back to my nursing baby. I'm not holding my breath though. James has never been infatuated with nursing the way Annika was. I'm worried that even after the teeth come in, he'll still prefer the bottle. The bottle that he chews on all the time while drinking. I'm probably going to be exclusively pumping for the foreseeable future while we wait for the teeth and I'm worried that this might just be it for nursing my sweet little guy. What if he refuses to come back to nursing? That's rhetorical, of course. If he refuses, I'll just keep pumping until he turns one and I can wean him to whole milk. It won't be fun, and I'll be very sad that our nursing relationship is over, but like everything else, I'll deal. I fed my baby a bottle for the very first time tonight. And then I called Kris and cried. This sucks.