When our son was born prematurely with a number of serious health issues our world crumbled around us. My husband and I felt helpless, unable to do anything for our tiny baby but worry and wait. But there was one thing I could do...I could nurse him. I had no idea what I was doing but I was doing something. Providing nourishment and antibodies, however small. It was, by no means, an easy journey. There were many, many times I thought our breastfeeding relationship was over. But despite everything it continued. And I was so fortunate for that...that I was able to nurse him. I know all too many amazing mothers who tried everything but for one reason or another, could not.
For that reason, breastfeeding has held a special place in my heart. It meant calming fears, soothing sobs, quiet moments. It meant growing pudgy toes, the hint of a smile only apparent from the crease of one eye and fat little fingers playing with my lips. It meant squealing with glee when he caught a glimpse of me across the room before barreling over to be snuggled and looking to me for the OK before smiling at a stranger.
It meant everything.
These photos of my stunning friend and her beautiful daughter are my attempt to portray that bond.