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Breast-feeding Part I: Why we do it

I could probably write the world's longest blog about breast-feeding. Instead, I want to break it up into several entries. First up: why we do it.

1. It saves money. This was honestly the biggest motivator for Kyle and I when we decided to try breast-feeding. We both hated the idea of spending money on formula when we could get what our baby needs straight from my body.

2. It's empowering. When I was pregnant, I was reading several blogs, books and message boards about breast-feeding. I realized all of the women who did it seemed to have an extra confidence as mothers. At first I felt frustrated and confused. But now that Kenlee and I have gotten the hang of things, I definitely feel empowered by breast-feeding. For real, my body has supplied my baby with everything she has needed to grow. It's amazing!

3. It's easy - most of the time. After Kenlee and I got past the learning curve and we both got used to nursing, it has been a breeze. I can just whip out a warm, fres…

She won't keep

I'm currently rocking Kenlee to sleep in the glider. (Thanks to my smartphone I can multitask.) And I just realized something.

This is a gift.

For a fleeting moment earlier tonight I wished I was out with my friends having a drink or sitting around a bonfire. Instead, I was glued to the couch as Kenlee wanted to only sleep in my arms or nurse all evening.

But I'm ok with that.

I know this time with her is a blessing - one that I wont always have. I think this poem pretty much sums it up:

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew