...any of my daughters' mouths.
Breastfeeding. What a miracle in so many ways. That a woman's body produces sweet milk that can and does sustain babies is a miracle. The time spent gazing at your sweet baby as you nurse her is a miracle. The bond that is wrought through the act of giving of yourself to your baby is a miracle.
I love breastfeeding. It has been especially fun with Lily. She likes to cling to my wrist and smoosh my hand against the side of her face while she's nursing. She likes to look up at me and chatter and coo. It is the sweetest thing ever.
Leave it to Lily to burst my bubble.
Today I was nursing her after a particularly tiring afternoon and she was desperate for a bit of comfort. I'm feeling pretty darn good about myself because only I can give her the comfort that she's deriving from nursing. Suddenly she stops and does that thing with her mouth. You know...that thing you do when you get a piece of popcorn stuck on the back of your tongue. That's what Lily is doing. She finally conjures up this thing that's stuck on the back of her tongue and presents it to me on the tip of her tongue. I get this thing out of her mouth for her and I'm thoroughly disgusted because...
...it's the butt-side of a half eaten bug.