Not to get too graphic, but...

I know that it's mostly family members reading this blog right now and that makes it a little bit difficult to post about some of the more delicate topics regarding motherhood to a 7 month old. Or at least with my prudish family it is! I mean, my mother doesn't even like how frequently we use the word breasts or booby in conversation these days. However, it has been a tough day on the breastfeeding journey and I need to post about it. We've been doing great, all things considered. I mean, it must be going well because the kid is busting over the 20 pound mark already! I did think that after this long I wouldn't be forced to deal with any more cracked nipples though. I though that form of motherhood torture was reserved only for those first several weeks. I was definitely wrong on that front. About 2 weeks ago Collin started getting particularly ferocious on the breast. I mean nashing and thrashing about. He has developed into a baby with very bad breast feeding etiquette seemingly overnight! My poor right nipple is mangled but good and I actually had to see the doctor today. Of course, there's not much to be done except apply lanolin and "air dry". I am trying to impress upon Collin how much it hurts me when he thrashing around while feeding, but the little imp actually seems to get a gleam in his eye when he's doing it! I just continue to remind myself what a great thing I'm doing for my kid by continuing to breast feed, but my eye is on the clock and its ticking!