Plethora of Everything

-Written when my baby was almost a year old; I didn't finish the post back then because, baby didn't keep sleeping through the night!     Oh my baby?     He slept for 12 1/2 hours last night, 9 of which were uninterrupted by night wakings.     Sorry to sound like a bragging mom but, I'm a little entitled.     I spent 10 months suffering the horrendous effects of sleep deprivation. Many days I felt irritable, angry and zombie-like.             Some days the deprivation made me feel physically sick, others just depressed and hopeless.     Don't get me wrong, I had good days too but sleep deprivation and my baby's ongoing night wakings were taking a toll on every aspect of my life.     Me, me, me, I'm going on just about myself...  Imagine how my poor baby felt... waking up every couple of hours nearly every single night?!     There has been a lot of mommy-guilt associate...

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...