Confessions of a Breastfeeding Mother `
As I come to the close of my second breastfeeding journey and stare down at my beautiful son at my breast, I notice a little swell of sadness in my chest. It’s the end of an era. I am left with a healthy boy and a beautiful bond built and the feeling that yet again, this is something ‘they’ don’t tell you; that there is a moment where we as mothers need to mourn and process the end of our breastfeeding journey with each child. This and a hundred other feelings, both positive and negative have washed over me during my time as a breastfeeding mother. These feelings...