At some moments, all that runs through my mind is how exhausting it is to have a baby literally hanging from my body, sucking the life out of me for what seems like eternity.
I have been breastfeeding nonstop for over 5 years between my three kids, so I can tell you my body does not feel my own! There are times when I am the only one who can console her and she only wants a cuddle from me. I just feel like I am nothing but an angry and stressed Mumma!
However, once I can take a breath, my thoughts quickly turn to how amazing it is that a baby can hang from my body and suck sustenance for life from me. How incredible it has been to have had a relatively easy breastfeeding journey. How unbelievably privileged I am that of all the people in the world I am the one who can turn her tears into a giggle just from a cuddle.
I am her Mumma and I am her world. It is then that I realise I am actually one blessed Mumma!