I never doubted that I would nurse. I read all articles I could get my hands on and after learning about the huge health benefits for both mother and child, I was sold. But really, when I’m totally honest with myself … I also nursed because I’m lazy.

Yep, that’s right. For all the horror stories you hear about lost sleep and teething babies, it seemed a lot easier to me to just pop a boob out when he was hungry. No bottles to clean, nothing to warm, no formula to shake or measure, just one swift movement and – voila! Happy baby.

For the most part, I was right in my assumption. I never had to dash off to the store to frantically buy formula for a fussy child, or worry about packing the proper amount of food when traveling.

Now I’ll admit, I did suffer from “formula envy” when I heard the tales of babies sleeping for hours on end after they received their bottle. And listening to the rhythm of the breast pump while “hiding” in a walk-in-closet at work was not the most uplifting experience. But those feelings quickly passed when I snuggled in to nurse my son and saw those big blue eyes looking up at me. It’s a sensation that can not be explained – this bond between nursing mother and child. It just felt right to me and it made me proud of what I was doing.

Once we found our groove nursing was easy. We had some rough patches, and a few blisters that I care not to recall (ouch!), but it was worth it in the end.

Enjoy these times. They pass quickly.

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