got milk

Today I nursed my last baby for the last time. I guess I should feel relieved...I can once again wear a regular bra, order my favorite spicy Buffalo Chicken salad at Chili's, and have a margarita (or two!) anytime I feel like it...and I do, a little. But it's definitely bittersweet. Before I had my first baby, I assumed I wouldn't like breast feeding...I thought I would grin and bear it for a few weeks to fulfill my motherly duty and that would be it. But to my surprise, I actually enjoyed it. For me, there was nothing like the bond I felt with my babies while nursing, and I felt extremely empowered to be able to provide for them in a way that no one else could. Another surprise...despite my fairly modest personality, I had no problem nursing in public (discreetly of course) and it really bothers me that some people are opposed to it. Would they really rather hear a hungry, crying baby...or force a mom to nurse in a hot car or dirty bathroom...than see a mom feeding and comforting her child behind a blanket (or a fantastic nursing shawl like the one I got from my bunco girls)?? Anyway, I consider myself extremely lucky to have had the chance to breast feed both my babies, and I will miss it...but a couple of margaritas should help.