There really are no words to describe how special the bond is that is created between my son and I when he breastfeeds. It is the only time I am totally at peace with him, with my purpose, and feel one with God. It is pure, real, deeply loving, honest, and I feel a fulfilment of my life’s purpose in motherhood. We had some hiccups in the beginning, Max was triple feeding at first for about three weeks to a month, and despite the exhaustion and functionality of the triple feeding, I am grateful he finally learned to latch on and I got over my desperation. Since that day, the bottles have been on the shelf collecting dust as it were until the next baby or…we have never looked back. Now it is a definite “nap nap boo boos!” Or an “other boob!” that he will exclaim with gusto when he wants what he wants!
As I write this I am tiptoeing around the fact that he will be two soon and I set a minimum of two years for his breastfeeding journey, because of the AAP’s recommendation of a two year minimum. This is perhaps coming to an end soonish, though I won’t quit cold turkey. He still needs me and though I am not offering often, I am also not refusing him.
Being aware of an end in sight makes me wistful and misty. But I will always have those countless hours of him gazing up into my eyes lovingly, needing me. Forever.
With Love,
Erika
The Sweet Life with The Zuckeros 