I knew I wanted to breastfeed from the beginning but when Lizzie was born, the first six weeks were a real struggle. She didn't figure out the latch until the day we left the hospital, and for some reason the first couple months of breastfeeding were painful. Really painful. But we eventually figured it out and for the next year I loved the special snuggle time we had, and the instant calming effect nursing had. She thrived on breastfeeding, and apart from poo-pocalypse has never been sick, for which I totally credit bf.
We're down to just morning and nights now. I'm in a wedding this September and I hope to be done before then. Her feedings now are more like snacks, and I think she would be okay if I cut them out in the next couple weeks. And the thought of that makes me just a little sad, especially as she has discovered her new BFFs: Fingers and Thumbs.