I just finished a late night feeding. I should be tired, but I’m not.

The crash has yet to happen and I know it must be coming soon. There’s only so many days you can get by on two hours of sleep without feeling it. The fact that I’m still going strong shocks the hell out of me. Must be that Mother Instinct kicking in.

So as I was mid feed, I thought of how breast feeding is the single most life giving act there is. Literally. We wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for breastfeeding. This is how humanity grew; was created.

It makes me feel a part of something ancient and very sacred. Through me, life is literally flowing. Nourishing. Able to continue on.

I feel incredibly blessed that I haven’t had any trouble with breastfeeding. Baby J knew what to do and I suppose some part of me did, too.

If you’re going to breast feed, they ask that you try within one hour of birth. J was born at 7:21 and it was exactly 8:20 when I awkwardly held him, trying to position him just so, but really, he was the one who showed me what to do.

It was incredible to see just how ingrained feeding is in babies … that they do  know. And while yes, it is completely all consuming, I wouldn’t have it any other way right now.

This is one of the single most important things I’ve ever done and ever will … to know that I’m giving my son life … People, it leaves me speechless.