Feeding woes

Finn is over his nursing strike, for the most part. It still takes some coaxing sometimes, but at the moment, I'm no longer worried about dehydration. Now I'm worried about other things.

Have I mentioned that Finn has a mouthful of teeth now? Yeah. He's got ten teeth, at least - maybe more: four top front teeth, two bottom front teeth, and at least four molars. Take a look at his two bottom front teeth:

Here, take a closer look:

Weapons of mass destruction, I tell you. Perhaps you've read that babies with Ds often get teeth that are sharp and pointy. I can vouch for it. Sharp, pointy, jagged. And he uses them to bite. Me. Yes, we're back to that. (Would it be mean if I called him Snaggletooth?)

So nursing has become an unpleasant ordeal of late. I tense up and brace myself whenever I sit down to nurse him. And he bites me. Every. Single. Time. Often one of the other kids comes running with a worried expression, saying, "Are you okay, Mom?" when they hear me yelling out in pain. I am very surprised that he hasn't drawn blood (yet).

Grrrr. If I had another reliable way of getting liquids into him, I would probably be throwing in the towel on nursing about now.

I hope this passes soon.