Breastfeeding

I feel something indescribable while feeding Ava. In all my pregnancy preparations, no one conveyed the true magic of this experience. Holding her, feeling her latch on is pure rapture. Her tiny fingers around mine, her eyes fluttering closed as she drank, make time stand still.

Breastfeeding is more than a task; it's an instinctual bond. In those moments, we’re connected in a way that feels ancient and primal. The look in her eyes, so trusting and dependent, awakens something deep within me.

Motherhood is so much more than I expected. Yes, there are the worries about not doing it right, but the instinct to protect and nurture my child overcome them easily. What I feel when breastfeeding reminds me of the deep, human desires that led to her creation. These moments are beyond words, filled with love and a profound sense of fulfillment.