I’ve been breast-feeding Brody now, for his entire life. About 9 1/2 months, and we’re still going strong. I fully believe that if you can make it through the first six weeks, you can make it for as long as you want to do it (determination-wise). Those first weeks are ROUGH. They can be frustrating, painful, stressful and everything in between. For us, the rest is rather blissful. Of course, I have the luxury of taking Brody to work with me, so I don’t have to deal with the pump unless I am going out somewhere on the weekends or in the evenings (this helps with the enjoyment factor).
There are many reasons that I chose to breast-feed both of my boys for their first year of life. It’s the healthiest thing for them, it’s obviously cheaper and for me, it’s easier, too. No bottles to wash or formula to mix- breast milk is always ready and always the right temperature! My favorite, favorite reason for nursing, though, is the closeness. Even though there are MANY a night where I really wish that Trevor could take over for me, or moments where Brody is flailing around like a bucking bronco and driving me nuts or enacting his newest habit of biting my nipple, and I think to myself “oh my gosh, why am I still doing this??” (Yes, there is a picture coming up… it shows no more cleavage than an average bathing suit, so you’ll be just fine!)
And then there are other moments. Moments where his breathing is in sync with mine, where his hand is curled up next to his full cheeks, where his sweet curls are pressed up against my chest as he sleeps… in these moments, I think I never want this to be over. I know it’s only a matter of time before he’s too grown-up to need me so much, and that’s why I cherish this time with him. These fleeting moments will be gone far too soon, so until then, I will hold on to them. Because the view from here is oh so perfect.
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