precious baby

My precious baby fell asleep while I was nursing her and I couldn't help but take pictures. I can't even imagine my life before her, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me and I really do cherish these moments of quiet, relaxing nursing. I found the perfect poem to fit this moment:

 

 

 

 

Nursing a Toddler
by Janis Chrissikos

Sticky little chubby hands pull  my shirt,
clearly it’s time to nurse.

Now I have blue yogurt on my white bra,
I know it could be worse!

She’s too busy for cuddles and kisses,
we nurse to keep us in touch.

She wants to be big like her big sister,
sometimes its just too much.

So up on Mama’s lap she climbs again,
for comfort and a snack.

I hold her close, sweet and soft as she rests,
glad my baby is back.

I watch as she acts so independent,
but nursing reminds me.

Not to hurry her to grow up too fast,
for time will still find me.

Friends try not to act surprised but all say,
“When will she ever wean?”

I smile, “Well, I guess when she has classes,
she can nurse in between!”