I remember holding my tiny newborn baby close to me, watching her search for my nipple for her first feed.
I remember my milk coming in and the engorgement, the discomfort until we got the attachment right and wet patches on many shirts!
But all that becomes forgotten when I think about the special cuddles, the look in her eyes as she feeds, the way she pulls on my shirt now that she’s older and the little grunting noises she makes as we get settled and ready for a feed.
The convenience is something I adore... When my little one was just 6 weeks old, my Grandma had a stroke and sadly died. I got a call at 8am, bubby and I had only just got out of bed. I grabbed my nappy bag and we were on our way to the hospital. Without having to leave my Grandma’s bedside to make and heat bottles or sterilise, I gave her as many feeds as she wanted and felt a huge sense of comfort as I held her close.
I love that it’s just for her and I. When all else fails, even the quickest feed mends tears. It’s a journey we both really enjoy!
(Michelle is married, has one gorgeous daughter and when she finds the time, teaches dance! The beautiful photos on this post are of her feeding her daughter.)
Thanks Michelle for sharing your story of the comfort of breastfeeding!