I can’t believe my little girl, who was just born yesterday according to my sense of time, is so active. She’s already standing up on her own, hands-free. She took a step the other day! Zack had to catch her before she fell on her face, but my goodness the bravery on that one.
I never got this far nursing Gwenna. She weaned at 3 months, while we fought with thrush and bottle preference (curse you Tommee Tippee!). I never got to these sweet moments, when she actually crawls over to me and reaches out her arms and tries to get to the boob herself!
I am super grateful for the ability to nurse her through hypothyroidism, hormonal imbalances, and pregnancy (and miscarriage). I had mastitis in the beginning, cracked nipples, blisters, a necessity for a complete elimination diet (I went Paleo), and a really frustrating time with waking up every 45 minutes- hour and a half at night before I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. But we’ve made it, and I have to say, it’s worth it. More every day!
It’s difficult to explain the feeling a mom gets when she nurses her baby, but let me try. Do you know that unexplainable urge you get to just squeeze a baby? To give hugs and kisses and raspberries and tickles? How you can never get enough? That feeling, I believe, is meant to be paired with nursing. I can nom on Clover all day long and never feel satisfied that I’ve loved on her enough, but when we’re nursing, and she’s looking at me with her big half moon eyes, that’s the feeling of absolute peace, happiness, and love that can fill anyone up. The inexplicable desire to pinch those rolls is somehow fulfilled through an act that nourishes the baby and the mommy.
Pretty smart of evolution there, huh?
And that is why I think we always want to “eat” the babies!