Every night, I give my five-month-old a bottle to make sure he is getting a heavy dose of milk to help him sleep through (a relative term) the night. After gulping down his meal last night, it was clear my son wanted more. Knowing his limits, I held him and patted his back while his head rested on my shoulder. Wanting more, he rooted around until he hit my cheek. To find out what he did, just
"Shlup, shlup, shlup" he began slobbering on my face. Laughing at his antics, I turned my head to look at him and stop him from chomping on my mug. Eyes closed and in a milked stupor, his tiny mouth found the next best spot — my chin! He gave it a few good sucks before I found a silicone nipple for him to use and then he was out. I walked out of his room and into the kitchen where my husband asked if I had fallen. Puzzled, I shook my head and asked him why. He pointed to my chin. Mortified, I asked, "Does it look like I have a hickey?" He nodded and I gasped. Luckily, it is in such a strange location that people will hopefully assume, as my husband did, that I fell on my face. And, I'll chalk it up to being a clumsy and clueless mom.