Soaking It All In

Since Rohan is our last newborn, I have been trying to be very present for every tiny baby moment. This is especially true when it comes to breastfeeding. Daytime feeds can be quite chaotic and feel rushed. It seems like there's always a chore to be done, an errand to be done, a big brother battling for attention. The nighttime feeds are our special time together; the whole house is asleep except for us.

We've already started a few of our own nursing rituals. The initial letdown brings a contented sigh and his chubby little hands rise to hold my fingers that are holding my breast. I can't help but wonder if this will continue throughout the months and years to come. The little details have become especially precious to me. The sights, smells, and sounds are what I will lovingly recall years after he is too big to sit on my lap.

Baby belly. Swoon!

Those arms and hands.

Nursing feet and flexing toes