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). |