An ode to breastfeeding:
We saw ups and downs. Many times
I wanted to stop. Just give up. But the joy it gave to my little one...the
bonding and nourishment it brought, is what kept me going. Had Mastitis
twice...we nursed through it all. You kept my child fed, secure on
sleeplessness nights, and no matter how
bad the day was, it made everything better again. I nursed under trees, in
private, by the water, and on top of mountains. I nursed in the car, fitting
rooms. I've received pats on the back and dirty looks. I've been bitten. There
were days I felt like it was all I was good for. There were days when it's the
only thing that helped my little one. As of this month...Laila has officially
self weaned. I'm so sad. There's simply nothing left.... with her little sister
growing inside. Over two and a half years. We made it longer than I could have
hoped for. She still clings to my breasts when tired. It will always be a part
of our bond. Until I am nursing another new baby for the first time...beginning
the adventure again, I thank you breastfeeding....for shaping me into a mother.
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