There it is! After an amazing 8.5-hour sleep last night (10pm-6:30am), Nicholas woke up with his 4th tooth poking through the gums. His smile is gorgeous, but will never be the same again now that it’s not toothless anymore. While I’m afraid that typing this might jinx it, I’m so blessed that he hasn’t been biting me for ages now. I thought for sure it would get worse when the top teeth came in, but it’s actually gotten better! Lucky mummy!
Nathan and Lucie had lunch with us today and we saw Nathan make his first sign – for “more”. Obviously he liked the yoghurt Lucie was feeding him. How exciting! He’s 13 months old. We thought Nicholas had started signing “milk” a few weeks ago, but I guess it was just playing with his fingers, because he hasn’t done it consistently or purposefully, as far as we can tell. Certainly not like it was with Nathan today. He definitely recognizes the signs, though, because he responds to “milk”, “food”, and “water”. He often cries when we lay him down on his change pad, and he used to stop when we showed him the sign for “diaper change”, but it doesn’t seem to be working these days.
I’m starting to feel scared that my body is shutting down the milk production – it feels like there isn’t much milk there and he doesn’t drink for very long, although he isn’t complaining about it. He’s been drinking quite frequently over the last couple of days, but not for very long each time. I hope we’re not coming to the end of our breastfeeding time, although I have no intention of forcing it. If it’s over, it’s over. As much as I’ll miss it, that’s just the way it goes.