If I had known that it was going to be the last time, I would have taken our picture. One of you falling asleep the way that you had every day of your entire life. Your eyes were usually half closed with a happy smile playing around your lips, all of your focus on nursing.
Your hands were almost always clasped together, as if in some silent prayer. Sometimes you would pull off to laugh, say something to me, or start singing me a song. Sometimes you would just flop back, contented, and drift off to sleep. No matter how it ended, it always started the same, just the two of us in our quiet routine.
Yes, you were almost two, and I was almost five months pregnant, and I was so ready for this part of our relationship to be over, but you were not. It had become both a physical and emotional strain on me in the last month of this pregnancy. I would sit there with you, watching you drift off to sleep, and quietly hope that soon this part of our journey would be done.
And then one day, it just ended. Continue reading