I am a nursing mama. I love it. I love the convenience. The money that is saved. I love the ease of the night feedings. I love the soothing it offers. I love that it requires no washing of bottles. I love all the good that baby benefits from...the immunities etc.
I love knowing that the rolls that have started appearing on Miss Sydney are all because of me. I am proud.
I love knowing that she counts on me for her food right now. It is a nice transition for me...letting her go. I had her growing inside me for 9 precious months and she was all mine. I didn't share her with anyone. And now, it is time for her to slowly grow up and be her own person. So for right now, I will keep her close and take in these moments where she depends on me - her mama.
But then there is this moment...
this moment that came easy with Charley and not so easy with Henry.
And with Sydney...it went easy. She sucked her first bottle of breast milk down wonderfully. And her daddy gazed into her eyes and took it all in - after a long day of skiing with his oldest. And he deserves these moments too. And that is why I will hook myself up like a cow and get the liquid gold that will give him these moments. Because feeding a baby is so darn good for the soul.
If Sydney grows up to be a great eater like her biggest brother Charley then I will know that the taking of the bottle indicated the good eater trend. If she is a picky eater...then I got nothing. Then the picky eater thing is what it is. But for now...she is taking after her biggest brother. And that means....mama can escape to Target all by herself. I can know that my little girl can survive at least one or two hours without me...since right now I only have 1 bottle pumped.