When my son latches hungrily onto my bosom and drinks from my body, I always discover a feeling that I have never felt before. It is a blissful feeling, full of love and joy. Time stops. Relaxed. Giving and taking unconditionally to each other. Embrace. Calm. And we look at each other closely and smile. Sometimes he touches my nose and lips too, playfully, curiously.
And when he is finished, he looks drunk and contented. Intoxicated by mother’s milk. A big burp will follow. Happy!
He is so lovely! And what a beautiful feeling, breastfeeding is.
And it is a great painkiller for him too. The only thing that can soothe his feeling after a painful fall, is my milk!
Chaerani 
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