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.