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Junior just cut his first two teeth (yes, two at the same time).
I know this because he just bit me.
There.
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Ah. So weaning is in order.
Well, no. I’ll be nursing him till he’s at least a year (unless he quits on his own) just 'cus I’m a new age hippy chick like that. Also, I’m hoping he’ll suck some of the fat off my thighs.
When he did it I screamed and ripped him off me which scared the crap out of him. I sense that he will not be trying it again. (Here’s hoping.)
I think that if you pop him off every time he bites he’ll get the message. At least that’s what I’ve been told one should do, not having boobs and all.
That’s what I did, and she very quickly got the message. I’ve just weaned her at 15 months so I can start IVF again, and she’s got 10 teeth with 2 more close behind, so you can definitely keep going once the teeth are in.
I can tell you, that methodology worked extermely well for me and my firstborn.
I hear anecdotal stories that it’s not infallible, however.
I feel your pain. Well, not any more. But in memory…
Oooh, I remember the first (and only) time that happened. Same thing – I yelped so loud it scared him into letting go. He didn’t get teeth until really late, so weaning him at 18 months didn’t add that many more months of toothy nursing, not that he ever used them again on me.
P.S. I think the whole “breastfeed and lose fat” is a vicious rumor perpetuated by La Leche League. 
I apparently bit my mother while she was nursing, and she got so upset that it not only scared me away from trying again, it made me never want to nurse ever again. And since I HATED bottles, I went straight from breast to cup.
I actually do lose weight. Don’t hate me- I also throw up the whole way through pregnancy and get fun complications.
Yeah, my ten-month-old’s just bitten me a few times. He’s been discouraged. I weaned his brother at 19 months. He bit me, too.
The Rykid had four teeth–two on top and two on the bottom–when he bit me on the shoulder…hard!
Can’t imagine having a nipple chomped.
I just weaned 13-month-old Boy 2.0. Oh, how they love testing those new teefers on everything. First time he clamped down on me, I too yelped; it scared him such he began crying. Aw. But, unlike Boy 1.0, I managed to continue nursing him past teeth.
However, when I got a good look at my lovely enlarged ladies before stepping in the shower the other day, I noticed semi-permanent teeth marks encircling both nipples. That just cemented my plan to wean–he was only nursing once a day, anyway.
BTW–I didn’t lose weight with my first until I STOPPED nursing. I’m so excited to be done breastfeeding now because I can exercise and cut back the constant eating and NOT be hungry all the freaking time–which hopefully means my baby fat will disappear. Boy 2.0’s did the moment he became mobile
Ow. Ow. Yeah. Took Little One about three times to figure it out. I felt bad for her because she was clearly NOT doing it on purpose – she just didn’t know what to do with her new little acquisitions!
But twelve months and eight teeth after her birth, we’re still going strong…
Oh God, you just brought back horrible memories. My right nipple still doesn’t work, I think my little guy severed the nerves or something.
Ouchies. I remember that first :::chomp::: ::::SHRIEEEEKKKKKK:::: moment like it was yesterday. I was at a New Moms’ group. They all laughed at me (a number of them had been through it themselves at that point).
It just took two or three such tries before Dweezil learned better. Moon Unit didn’t chomp as early, but when she did finally start trying to gnaw on me, that combined with her being sick at the time put her into a full-on nursing strike. As she was 13 months at the time, that was the end of THAT.
Oh, yeah, I feel your pain. I actually (though lightly) slapped my son when he bit me. He was so shocked, his poor little face screwed up and he cried for about 2 minutes.
I cried for hours. I couldn’t believe I’d slapped my baby!
Well, a couple of tentative chomps on his part met with some not so tentative yelps on my part and this is pretty well resolved. Now if I can get the mastitis sorted all well be well again in Chez Wonderland. 
Well, at least on the boob front.
I still sort of get the shudders when I think of the little gash below my left nipple that my darling middle son sawed into me just after he cut those bottom teeth. Talk about your major ow. I lived through it, though, and quickly figured out how to tell if he was about to use me as a teething ring.
To all those who haven’t yet nursed but plan to: File this under war stories, like what Mama Zappa heard at her mom’s group. Not an insurmountable problem, like Mrs. Cake seems to suggest!