I love breastfeeding. 

It’s one of my favourite things about being a mom. 

I have several favourite things of course, like the cuddles, the sound of his laughter, the way his face lights up when he sees me, watching him work something out for the first time (or anytime), to name but a few. 

But breastfeeding for me is one of my favourite parts. For many reasons. I love that it slows me down. Slows us down. And some days I need slowing down in mind and/or body. 

I love the connection and closeness. I love the intimacy of it. I love the caresses he gives to my face, arm or chest as he’s feeding, whether falling asleep or wide awake. I love his squeezes. His way of saying I love you mumma for this. 

I love that it soothes him, that something my body creates soothes him to sleep or soothes the hurts away or soothes him when sick. I love that my body adapts to his needs and provides exactly what he needs, especially when sick. 

I love that my body creates an elixir that nourishes his body, in more ways than food. 

I feel grateful that I am able to do this. 

I don’t really want it to end. 

And thankfully he is in no way interested in stopping either at this point. We feed day and night to soothe thirst, hunger, hurts, and for comfort and connection. I know one day he’ll be done, and I will accept and flow with that when it happens organically. 

I will follow his lead on this one and continue as long as he needs or wants. 

I don’t feel I’m missing anything by breastfeeding either. As a grown up I mean. 

I was already a decaf drinker for years before becoming pregnant. And I wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker. Definitely not a party-er. I did enjoy the now legal green stuff occasionally but I don’t miss it and am happy to wait many years before I have it again (if I do). 

It was as though the past 10 years or so of lifestyle choices prepared me for long-term breastfeeding. 

Though I could have been in better physical condition before pregnancy I’m grateful I had no substance addictions that I would “miss”.  (And yes, based on the withdrawals I personally felt when I gave up caffeine 10+ years ago, I consider caffeine a substance). 

Sometimes I marvel that my body produces milk. I occasionally squeeze a nipple to watch with incredulity that I am creating this substance, that milk is coming from my amazing body. 

I am ever so grateful that breastfeeding is a part of my motherhood journey. That we get to share this natural and incredible connection of nurture, nutrition, and love. 

Big milky cheers to two years of breastfeeding and looking forward to many more. 

I’m proud of my diamond boobies! 

Warm smiles and Love,