I make milk.

I never thought I'd make it past seven months. I never even planned on breastfeeding past six months. To be honest, I really didn't completely understand the benefits when making the decision to breast feed. It was just what I thought I was supposed to do. Little did I know how much I would love it. Benefits to my baby aside, nursing has done so much for me. I can't even explain how close to my daughter I feel. I can't explain the euphoria I experience when watching her drift off to sleep with nipple in tow. How awesome is this body I've been blessed with? I make milk. The most perfect, ever-changing to suit her needs, always the right temperature, antibody-filled, most ecological food. I dread the day we have to wean. It will be nice to have my body back, but I know I will miss it more than anything I've ever yearned for.