Saturday, 24 November 2012

Nursling



Dear Atticus,
This was your last breastfeed. Your new found enthusiasm for cow's milk and the novelty of drinking out of the bottle, has outweighed the comfort of nursing at your mama's breast. We've had a great run breastfeeding and I feel like it's made our bond really special. But I feel like it's the right time to stop. It's a little hard to accept that this special part of our relationship is over, but even harder to accept the fact that you really are not a little baby any more. I still need to pinch myself when I see you casually walking around the house, demanding "ota" and "more, more, more".

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