I am a breast feeder. I love it. I love the bond that I have when I am cradling my baby and providing her nourishment. I breastfed Kaitlin for a little over 10 months. With Sarah I nursed for 19 months. I couldn't stop and feared that she would be my last baby so I was not ready to stop. Leah arrives....and here I sit on the couch. Stuck. Attached. Fastened. Frozen in one place. It takes time, a long time and many times through out the day. Sure it's not always rainbows, learning to nurse a new baby has it's challenges both with the new baby and other members of the family. It causes fights and a huge overwhelming feeling of love.
Sure I could be doing something else. Picking up the dirty lunch dishes, sweeping the floor, doing the laundry, but instead I provide, I learn to understand my new baby, I read to Kaitlin and Sarah, I play games, I stroke their heads, clasp her tiny hand, I laugh, I cry, I AM HAPPY! I am a breast feeder and I am proud of it!
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