Then came Jayden. My son was born spontaneously at home in December, 2010 and since that time has continued to push boldly into the unknown, confident and adventurous. He has recently begun what I like to call "GymNurstics". Nursing is no longer a quiet moment of bonding and eye gazing. My son is stuck between two worlds - breast milk paradise and new world adventures. To stay active in both worlds at the same time he has taken to making nursing a sport.
He nurses standing in my lap, laying sideways playing with a toy, and practically upside down so he can "talk" to his dad. He strides across the room, grinning from ear to ear and says "MOM! Milk?" in his gorgeous, semi-toothless alto, music to my ears. How could I ever say no?
Sometimes I still catch his eye when we are nursing. Sometimes the day gets the win and he collapses, exhausted in my lap, nursing to sleep for a long, long time. Sometimes he puts his hand on my arm and rubs me as if to say "Thanks, ma." These are the times that take me back. We are once again two souls destined to be together before the creation of the world, to share a secret bond, a private club, an unshakable love...
Tomorrow, we will nurse walking through the grocery store. He will pop off, turn his head and yell "APPLES!" exposing me to the shock and embarrassment of my fellow shoppers. Again. But for now, I type this as he lay in my arms nursing in a safe and happy dream filled land where milk flows and he is cocooned in love. Sleep gorgeous boy. Tomorrow can wait.