They say you are supposed to have this awesome bonding with breastfeeding. Sure, I love eating too, but for me and my kid it’s not the meals when we bond.
It’s the diaper changes.
Today I’m changing his diaper for the 8756294 time and he’s smiling at me. And I think to myself, aw, what has prompted him to smile so wonderfully at his momma?
And only then I realize: On my own face is a big, dumb, goofy smile, his a happy reflection.
Whadya got: