Kiwi is powered by breastmilk.
She rolls, she giggles, she kicks, she chews on anything she can get her gummy mouth on.
She has dimpled cheeks and rolls on her thighs.
She watches her sister play, stares out the car window on drives, listens to books and turns toward any sound to figure out precisely what made that noise.
Up until last week, when Kiwi tried her first food, all that growth, activity, curiosity and learning was 100% fueled by breastmilk—magical, powerful, nourishing breastmilk.
Grateful to breastfeed
Not every mother can or chooses to breastfeed, and I give high fives to all the mamas out there who make it work feeding their kiddo in whatever way is best for the family. With all the messaging around “Breast is best,” I say “Fed is best.”
Still, I am unspeakably grateful to breastfeed Kiwi.
Breastfeeding Peeper was hard. Like sob in the shower hard. And with Kiwi, we went through our share of challenges.
The pain and damage I suffered in the first days after Kiwi’s birth made me suspect she had tongue tie like her older sister. A lactation consultant called in a favor and got us to see Dr. Ghaheri, an international expert in tongue tie correction who just happens to practice in Portland, even though he was booked up. And Kiwi’s substantial tongue tie was corrected when she was just eight days old.
It still took us a while to get the hang of breastfeeding. There were nights I wanted to simply give up.
But I didn’t. And neither did she.
And here we are, still breastfeeding, and I love it.
I can’t believe that every milestone she hits, every new skill she masters, every ounce she gains is powered by food my body creates especially for her.
Even as she continues to try new solids, she’ll return to nursing. She gets more than calories from my milk; breastfeeding is its own relationship. Snuggled close with her hand on my chest, she is safe. She is happy. She is mine.