Hi, I'm Jen.
I'm a human pacifier.
I think I may have figured out why my almost 3-month old son is close to weighing 20 pounds.
This picture was taken after I tried to put him down to sleep in his crib, after I'd nursed him for a solid 30 minutes.
When he cried for almost ten minutes, I laid down on my bed with him and nursed for another 20 minutes. Over the course of an hour, he ate for FIFTY MINUTES. And that doesn't include the 45 minutes he nursed the hour before. Or the 45 minutes the hour before that.
Just when I thought he was starting to fall asleep, I quickly plugged in a pacifier.
If you look closely, you can see his eyes are slightly opened. They flew open seconds after I snapped this photo, he spit the pacifier out and snapped "There ain't NO way I'm sucking synthetic. Hey you ... GET BACK HERE!!"
I succumbed and put him back in the Bjorn.
He is on my chest now.
Where he continues to eat.
We are now on day 90 of Henry's marathon growth spurt.
Something tells me it might be time to start rice cereal. And steak. And potatoes.
Or, see if I can change Charlie's mind about male lactation.