Nov 5, 2012
One of the things I have really enjoyed about having little babies, besides the obvious heart-overflowing love and cuteness, is breastfeeding. There is something so special about the bond created there, and I am so very thankful that I was able to easily nurse both of my little ones. It's like liquid love, an instant stop-the-crying miracle, a rare moment of peace and calm. It made taking care of my newborns a little easier, and maybe even a little cheaper.
That's not to say that nursing is without its challenges. It can be a bit painful, especially right at the beginning (but I'm also very thankful that the uncomfortable part only lasted for a day or two for me), and I'm sure that one of the reasons it took Colin almost seven months to sleep through the night is that I nursed him every time he woke up. And that whole pumping business? Not the most fun way to spend a lunch break. But I'm so glad I was able to work all it all out. When I went back to work full time, it was nice to think that I was able to "take care of my baby" even though I wasn't with him.
However, (I feel like I'm not supposed to say this out loud, but...) I'm really thankful to be almost done with breastfeeding. I thought I would be sad to see it go, and honestly, it takes very little to make me feel all sappy and sentimental about my babies, but I realized that Colin still likes to cuddle with me even when we're not nursing. And he's totally okay with formula. And he's got two little teeth now, and those little teeth are NO JOKE.
We're taking it slowly, so I don't think we'll be completely done for another month or so. I have to admit that I'm really excited to have my body to myself soon. I'm looking forward to adding some regular exercise to my almost-full-night-of-sleep so that I can start to feel like me again. But what I'm really excited about are those new bras I am most definitely getting fitted for. :-)