Being a mom is just one of the best things that happened in my life but trying to be a SUPERMOM to my daughter has always been a hard work.
Ever since I gave birth to Sari, I try to provide her the best things possible with all my might and this phrase equates to... BREASTFEEDING (don't let me get started with this...)
Anyway, last night was just a usual night for us, Rich, Sari and I. We started the night playing by rolling on the bed which makes Sari giggle like there's no tomorrow. It was really a nice bonding time we had as a family. Until Sari started to hostage me by reaching for my breast and fed herself while we were lying down.. It was smooth sailing for a couple of minutes then she started to bite my nipple which made me shout and call her attention. She knows how I react when she does it so whenever I let go of her while telling her, "Don't bite Mama," she immediately pulls me and suck my nipple again. The funny thing about that was when my husband Rich started to laugh so, probably, Sari thought it was ok and boom! She bit my other nipple!
And I just shouted, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SAAAAAAARRRRI!
Then she just had that cute sad facial expression, breathe heavily, started shouting and tears start streaming down her face. She knows I got hurt and she probably thinks I was mad. I was scolding her and telling her blah blah..but she was just at raged too. She was shouting like a pig and started to hit me.
So I decided to carry her and made her stand in the corner. The moment she noticed she was already in the corner, the crying stopped (but the heavy breathing went on). And I started to tell her that:
"stay in the corner. Why did u hit mama? It's not right Sari." (she stopped crying and looked at me straight in the eyes)
"Mama is not mad. Mama loves you so much." (Sari was sobbing while looking at me)
"Mama just want you to listen." (kept on sobbing then started to munch her pinky)
"How many times should I tell you NOT to bite mama? it's not funny." (still sobbing )
"Mama is hurt, it is painful. Do you want Mama to bite you too?" (she reacted with a cry, I bet she understood me)
"Come here, mama is not mad." (then she cried with a short "waah" and refused to come to me.)
I came to her and carried her. She hugged me back and started reaching for my breast again.
That moment, I knew we're ok.
Breastfeeding resumed while I tell her how much mama loves her and explaining why I had to do it.
Then we went back on the bed and she started rolling again. The funny thing was when she started talking (and of course we didn't get it). It is as if she was role-playing with Mary, her rug doll. Really cute.
My hubby and I watched her play, then we looked at each other and I said, "just made her stand in the corner." And we both laughed.
And then the thought of raising a good child kicked in.
