Breastfeeding, Miscarriage, My Journey to Baby

Knowing when Breastfeeding is over…

In some ways, that is when nursing was comforting, sitting in the big comfy chair with my little one close by all snuggled into me. I can breathe deep and smell her hair. I can stroke her cheek and hear her happily hum. There really is nothing like it. However, there are also the times where she is wanting a sip and pinching my boob while watching tv. Then somehow, a toy gets shoved in my cleavage, and boy does it hurt! It is a double edged sword.