Do you know how I ended up feeding my baby? I nestled him against my body and ran my finger over his eyelashes. I studied the movement of his squishy cheeks and wrinkled nose. I took mental snapshots of his fingers and toes, knowing they would be bigger than mine in no time at all. I caressed the top of his head with my hand. I watched as he closed his eyes in peace when I gave him a bottle.
Read MoreI have to admit that our time those first few months was clouded by trying so hard to breastfeed. When I look back, the prevailing question is not, Did I try hard enough? (although that certainly surfaces), but rather, Did I miss other things because I was so consumed by this? My baby didn’t get much milk from me, but he did get my overwhelming, unconditional love day after day…
Read More