Plethora of Everything

Last May, when my son was just 4 months old...  I didn't even consider blogging about Mother's Day.      I was too new at motherhood to fathom doing anything that didn't revolve around my baby being in my arms and/or at my breast.      That's how I instinctively knew to mother an infant- pretty much never let him go! He nursed on demand which was every 1-2 hours and he preferred to be held by mommy in the early days, maybe because I held him all the time!      People tried to tell me that then but I thought they were crazy and unsympathetic to my plight of having a 'needy infant'.       Needy Infant...   Now I know those 2 words go together like hand in glove, butter and bread, poop and diapers... ok, you got the point!  Infants are needy.   They need to be needy to survive.  There's a '4th trimester' philosophy which states the first 3 months out of the mother's womb ar...

Be forewarned: this blog didn't turn out as I had anticipated. It's difficult to put something so intimate, special, simple yet complex, as nursing, into words.  For me- nursing is mothering in its utmost form. It hasn't always been easy; at first it was exasperating constantly having a little person attached to me but over time I came to cherish and treasure nursing.  It is the most amazing gift I can give my baby boy. It's giving all of me to him so that he can be his healthiest.  There's nothing more genuine than giving of one's own body to keep another alive.      Shortly after Samuel transitioned from his mother's womb to the bright, cold hospital room, he cried.     As with most newborn babies he began crying and could not be consoled as nurses clipped his umbilical cord and wiped him off.      He could not be consoled that is until he was placed on his mother's chest.     His mother had insisted the baby be...