An accomplishment

It has been nine months and 12 days since I first latched Titus on, and I'm extremely proud of myself.

I'm glad that I persisted despite the rough start - blistered, bleeding nipples that just wouldn't stop hurting no matter the position I latched baby on and even when I'm not feeding because the fabric of my bra was brushing against them tender buds.

I'm glad I persisted despite feeling exhausted every night and day, and stayed up a little bit longer after every feed to pump in order to empty both breasts and encourage more and continued production.

I'm glad that I persisted despite returning to work and finding time to pump at my desk is increasingly tough as work gains momentum.

Of course, now that Titus is eating solids, he's suckling a lot lesser and my supply has plummeted. So these day every opportunity that I get to cuddle him quietly in my arms for a feed is a precious one. Nevermind that he feeds for only 10 or 15 minutes. Every minute is celebrated.

I don't know for how long more he will take my breasts. I just hope my milk supply will not dry up dry up before that.