My last few feeds with him weren't great - it hurt. The guy has powerful suction and a lot of teeth. But the last feed (or what I assume was the last one as it was about 72 hours ago), was lovely. Exactly what I wanted it to be. As he snuggled up and fed, I rubbed his head, caressing his soft curls, just like I've done hundreds, nay, thousands, of times before.
I've spent countless hours feeding my babies. I don't feel sad that this era has come to an end in our lives. I still nourish them on a daily basis in so many different ways. I'm happy to be leaving this behind now. And I'm so glad to have taken this journey with them. It was hard. I really struggled with feeding Emily and Hope at the beginning, not because of a lack of milk supply (I had an over-abundance) but because of engorgement, cracked and bleeding nipples, blocked ducts, a baby (Emily) with a tiny mouth. It was so hard but so worth it.
And it will stay with them, and me, for the rest of our lives.
|Breastfeeding Emily for the first time with the help of my amazing midwife, Sarah.|
|Breastfeeding Hope on Day 1 or 2. Hope was born at home and with a toddler around there were few chances for photos.|
|Breastfeeding Henry for the first time with the help of my other amazing midwife, Mina (different midwife because Henry was born in Kitchener).|