I never wanted to breastfeed. I always saw it as being physically attached to my baby. I didn’t want to have that sort of attachment. I wanted to be able to get out without him. I wanted to keep my independence. Then I got pregnant and something switched. Of course I was going to breastfeed! That’s what you do.
So a few days ago when I was feeding the sprout I looked down at him with my big baby blues looking up at me with his big baby blues and I thought, “I am really enjoying this.” It surprised me. But I love sitting there with my little boy in my arms, his warm body squished up next to me, listening to him gulp gulp gulp. It just seems so special. It just seems so good. It just feels so right.
