I need to say this somewhere, I figured my breastfeeding fam would understand:
The highlight on my day (aside from the squeal of delight from my DD when I pick her up from daycare) is breastfeeding my daughter in the morning and at night. In the morning, we sit in her room in my glider (a gift from my mom who had to breastfeed sitting up at a kitchen table chair and wanted me to be comfortable). By the time we're done, the sunlight is starting to peak in through the blinds and illuminate my sweet baby's face with sunlight. When she's done, she looks up at me and smile and says "wiaper," because she knows its time to change her diaper and get dressed. At night, we sit in the same glider and I BF her to sleep. Its our special time, in her sweet lavender little girl room. A few days ago my mom got diagnosed with breast cancer. I actually was the one who told her the diagnosis, and I've been the one explaining everything to family and friends - it has been a HARD week. And to make it worse, I can't enjoy this breastfeeding time in the same way anymore. I look at my breast and think of my mom and despite spending much of the day feeling as if I'm on the verge of tears, it is during my special breastfeeding time that the tears begin to flow.