Nursing

It's been two years. Two years of holding my son close to my heart and feeding him from the milk that flowed forth from my body. Two years of sleepless nights and exhausted days...

I wonder if she is comforted knowing that as our relationship evolves Mommy is still here for her. Even though it appears that I’m pushing her away...

It was 4 in the morning, and the whole house was quiet and asleep. I sat alone on a couch in the living room, silently sobbing with a frantic baby in my arms. A few weeks into motherhood found me exhausted, bewildered and unable to breastfeed.

Some days, I feel like I am nursing her all the time, and doubt and fear creep into the back of my mind