Bonding Through Breastfeeding
I made the decision prior to the birth of my son that I would breastfeed. Nursing has been the best decision, although I didn’t think so after my c-section (refer to my previous post).
It’s about the bond.
I love spending time with my little guy and I do so whenever I can.
I usually pump when my honey and I have to go somewhere I won’t be able to breastfeed. Now that I’m back at the office, I pump every morning.
My father cares for Sebastian and Rocky while my honey and I are at work. I miss spending time with the little guys, but it’s not easy when you have bills to pay.
When I get home from work Ibreastfeed him. He stares at me and my heart melts. He started smiling today. He smiled before but now he reacts to your facial expressions, and follows along as though you’re having a conversation. Sometimes, in his own way, he responds.
Right now he’s laying on my chest, sleeping. Without making a sound, I’ve sung him to sleep. My heart is the perfect lullaby — it’s a sound he knows all too well.