Until the first anniversary of the day I gave birth to my wild thing- otherwise known as his birthday. However, I call it an anniversary because it marks one year breastfeeding for us. I have struggled so hard with feeding all of my babies and the first two ended up on formula pretty early on. This time, I stuck it out through the hard times. I’ve loved staring into little adoring eyes as he sleepily nursed at bedtime and I haven’t loved so much the baby acrobatics at distracted “mealtimes” (and the biting- oh the biting!). It’s fitting, though, as I head to this milestone for us (to be honest more for me than even for baby M as he would be just as content on bottles even if breastmilk is best), I got the following note from our waitress at dinner tonight:
I have never been shamed for breastfeeding in public but it was still nice to get recognition and acceptance for doing what’s best for both me and my baby. I have to admit- it made me tear up a bit. I can’t believe my baby is turning one- what a year it’s been!
And, here’s the little wild thing on his first train ride: