Warning: Read only if you want to hear a sappy tribute to breastfeeding!
Job5:9 “He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.”
One of the things that terrified me most about having a baby was trying to breastfeed. I knew I could handle the pregnancy, that I would make it through the labor and delivery (I mean you don’t really have a choice!), and that I would eventually adjust to having a newborn at home. But I wasn’t sure that I could learn to, survive, and succeed with nursing my baby. Others tried to express to me how much they enjoyed it, but I didn’t get it. Breastfeeding is definitely something that needs to be understood by doing, and even then it is undoubtedly a different experience for everyone.
I never thought I would make it to this point. To the point where my baby not only knows how to nurse very well but even likes it. To the point where there is no crying involved (on both ends J). To the point where I even enjoy it! I know everyone’s journey is different, and we all make our own choices and experience motherhood in unique ways, so you definitely won’t hear me preaching or judging. But allow me to gush and get downright sentimental for a few minutes.
We always talk about what a miracle it is the way a baby is created, grows in the womb, and comes into the world. There is no other explanation for the miracle of life except for our God above. However, we don’t often talk about the miracle of breastfeeding. There is nothing quite like it—it is absolutely a miracle! Feeding a child via my own body is just mind boggling to me. It is something I could not even fathom before having a child. It is a huge praise to our God above, who created us this way. What a miracle life is. Job says that God performs wonders that cannot be fathomed and miracles that cannot be counted. The way our bodies work to produce the perfect amount, temperature, and nutrients to nourish our unique babies is astounding. There are so many benefits for both baby and moms who breastfeed that it’s hard to remember them all.
Now, choosing to breastfeed my baby thus far (not even sure when I will be done) does not make me Mother of the Year. I am not looking for a pat on the back. I just know that this is such a short, finite time that will not happen with Levi again. I know I will miss quite a few things about this time when we are done. This journey has been far, far from easy. (That’s a post for a different day!) And maybe because of our trials early on with nursing, I now cherish the little things. Here are just a few joys about this miracle of breastfeeding that I will miss:
- How I have time to sit and memorize his every feature. While he is nursing I get to stare at his face and hair and think of how cute he is. I get to brush his cheeks and stroke his ridiculously soft baby hands. I get to inhale his sweet baby smell. I try not to scroll through my phone anymore while he is feeding and just memorize his sweet baby features.
- How he smiles when he is full. It’s like he is giving me a little ‘thank you’ for feeding him and satisfying his hunger. His milky grin shows his true contentment.
- How it gives us 1:1 time. Breastfeeding has given us hours of bonding for which I am grateful.
- His sweet murmurs. The sweet, contented murmurs of a baby at the breast is enough to make any mom melt.
- His eye roll when he first starts nursing. This may just be my child, but when the milk starts flowing, he rolls his eyes back into his head—like he is just in nursing bliss heaven.
- His enthusiastic feeding approach. When the breast is offered, he acts like a piranha who has never been fed before. I love his ambition.
- How he holds my finger or cups the breast. He is so sweet! So gentle! (at times :p)
- His victory stretch after a good nursing session. He is my little milk-drunken sailor
- The 3 am feeds in the rocker. By the moonlight, he is extra calm. He gazes into my eyes as if to say “thanks for getting up and feeding me, mommy!”
- The feeling of empowerment. Knowing that my body is doing what God created it to do.
I know so many of you can relate. What else do you love about breastfeeding?