For the first time in my child-rearing history, I can proudly say that I’ve been breastfeeding my 7-1/2 month old daughter since birth. This is a huge feat for me! Now don’t go getting your panties in a twist. I have no plans to shove my breastfeeding agenda down your throat. As far as I’m concerned, although I totally believe that breast milk is superior to formula, what you feed your baby is your personal choice and I am not here to judge. However, I do want to share a few reasons why I absolutely love breastfeeding:

I’m not gonna beat around the bush. Let me just put it out there. My breasts look great. I mean, come on. Look at them. They’ve never looked so…so perky happy!

My daughter smells so stinkin’ good! I cannot get enough of that baby smell. If someone bottled it up and sold it, I’d totally buy it.

Bottle, schmottle. I don’t have to worry about messing with bottles. No washing, sterilizing, packing and mixing involved. Hello…I am the bottle! I’ve got the goods, baby. Where I go, the milk goes.

Like, totally. Gag me with a spoon poop. In the beginning my daughter was a super pooper trooper. She pooped like a champ! Eventually it settled down. (Thank you, Jesus!) I’m happy to report that she now goes once every 3-5 days. Yes it’s normal and let me tell you, the less she poops the less I gag!

Burn, baby burn. Apparently, breastfeeding burns anywhere from 300-600 calories per day! How cool is that? Never mind that I’m sabotaging it all with the snacking I do from time to time.

I’m an escape artist. I don’t know about you, but around here it gets crazy at about 8pm. For reasons unknown to mankind, our kids go freaking nuts at night! They get loud, rowdy and completely obnoxious. (FYI: I have 1 boy and 3 girls. Do you know what that means? Loud, girly, ear-piercing screams!) Thankfully, I get to slip away and retreat to the sanctuary that is my baby’s room. Sitting in that rocking chair feeding my daughter is a great escape from the craziness that is my life. And yes, my husband is left to fend for himself. I owe him. Big Time.

Go green! No packaging. No processing. Less stuff going into our landfills. It’s as simple as that.

Breastfeeding isn’t as time-consuming as most people think. After a few months, my daughter learned how to nurse more efficiently. Let me break it down for you: She doesn’t waste any time. It’s kinda like fast food. She’s in, then she’s out.

I’m a social butterfly. Surprisingly, I’ve been able to use this precious quiet time to connect with friends and family via social media while nursing away. Because she tends to nibble and nip when distracted, I leave my little sweetie to her business. The last thing I need is to lose a nipple. I’d rather ooh and ah over her when she doesn’t have my girly parts in a vice grip.

And last, but not least…

I am woman. Hear me roar! As if the fact that I carried this child within me for 38 weeks, developed Diastasis Pubis 16 weeks into the pregnancy and couldn’t get around without the aid of a walker and eventually a wheelchair wasn’t heroic enough…I commited to breastfeeding. For richer or poorer. Through good times and bad. In sickness and in health. Til’ baby-led weaning do us part. I am in it for the long haul and I’ve gotta tell you, I feel so empowered. Roar!

Why do you love breastfeeding?

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