Well, I guess it's official, as of 1424 tomorrow (NZ time), Miss A is one year old and I'm officially breastfeeding a toddler!

In the very early days I wondered how we were going to get through even one more feeding let alone making it to even a month of breastfeeding. Every latch hurt, every noise A made while sleeping made me so anxious and I wished that every day would pass so that I could move past it. We battled through ties, thrush, strikes, biting and just a plain ol' bad latch and it took me six weeks to feel that overwhelming love that some mothers report as being instant. I still feel a certain amount of trauma and regret over the first four months and I know it will be sometime before I'm ready to even think about having another baby.

But all that being said, I don't regret any of the tears, pain or frustration and breastfeeding is now awesome! There's nothing cooler than lying on the couch with my girl in the afternoon sun while she hums and giggles with delight as she has her "drinks" and practices her "gymnurstics". I can see that we're in this for the long haul and I don't mind it one bit

Hooray for boobies!