After a little struggle with latching the first few days, a serious infection the next month, then dealing with Lincoln's acid reflux, breastfeeding seemed as difficult as I'd imagined. But maybe that's why I stuck with it? Somehow, I managed to wade through all of the problems and create this amazing bond with my baby (and eat almost whatever I wanted). While I worried I'd feel trapped by breastfeeding, I instead felt comfort by the fact I was needed, loving being the one who could calm him. All of the sacrifices (even you, dairy) are so worth it!
Nine months into our breastfeeding relationship, I have a hard time thinking it will be over in three months (maybe I'll choose to continue longer?). It's become so apart of my routine, giving me little "timeouts" throughout the day to help me regain perspective and connect with my baby. In the beginning I nursed because of the health benefits for Lincoln, but as we near the end, I can honestly say that there's just as many benefits for me. Do I nurse for selfish reasons? Maybe. Okay, yes. And I'm not sorry.
*picture from August, outside of a Starbucks in CA.