I really enjoy breastfeeding my son.
What I didn’t know when Joshua and I began this journey (because it really is a partnership) was that it would take so much energy and effort to get started, or that I would spend weeks agonizing over whether or not I was making enough milk to satisfy Joshua’s needs, or that my nipples would occasionally be so sore that I’d want to cry every time he latched on.
Today, I realized that despite any bumps in the road early on, I really love this relationship we have.
We’ve reached a point where this has become easy.
Something about breastfeeding him brings me peace. It’s really hard to explain. When he’s nursing, it’s just me and him, even if it’s not really just me and him.
I won’t be a mother who breastfeeds her child until he’s in college, but I’ll definitely be sad when this is over.