December 4th, 2008

Just Who is Nursing Who?

The first time I held a baby to my breast to nurse, I felt a wet tugging at my nipple. My body was exhausted from the labor, but when collostrum flowed out into his ready little mouth, I sat there amazed.

Perhaps because I’d just endured a day and a half of labor, and perhaps because I was still reeling with thoughts of I have a baby boy—sweet mother of God! I have a baby boy! I looked down on his pink face too stunned to cry.

Looking down into his moist eyes as they took all of this new world in — the lights, the shapes, the sounds no longer filtered through what I imagined to be the red canopy of his life for nine and a half months.

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By Anjie Reynolds