A beautiful day in Seattle.
Here are a few shots from our morning.
The bubbles were an impulse buy at Target.
I wasn’t sure how Silas would respond. I half expected him to not care or even notice. Well, here you go. A few moments of Silas & bubbles.
……well, the video isn’t showing up. So go here to watch.
Today was beautiful in Seattle. I fortunately had plans to spend part of it outside. Moments to enjoy the sunshine don’t come around often this time of year, and I was not the only one looking to take advantage of it.
Here are a few photos of my outings.
The first set of photos are from Washington Park Arboretum, and the later are from the neighborhood (Green Lake).
What an amazing experience to breastfeed. I am still in awe that my breast alone is enough to sustain my child for 6+ months of life. One of God’s miracles.
When Silas arrived into this world and was laid on my chest I had no idea the journey we were taking. Struggling at first to get a good latch. Long nursing sessions in the middle of the night. Writing down and tracking the time spent on each breast, and whether diapers were wet or poopy. Falling asleep while feeding. Was he eating enough? Is he gaining? Sore nipples. Learning to pump. When to start a bottle. Searching books, websites, and people for answers.
All of it was worth it. The time Silas and I have shared since his birth is priceless. The bond “they” talk about, is real for us. He and I are a pair.
My fabulous sister started early with her support. I attended her La Leche League meeting in Arlington about a month before Silas was due. I found myself surrounded by experienced mamas who were willing to share their stories and advice. Then Sydney lent me her “bible”: The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding. This book I began reading immediately, and continued to scour for information. Truly learning about this “womanly art”.
Looking back at the adventure of breastfeeding, I can’t help but feel proud. All the time and energy we put into it has paid off with a beautiful growing boy. Thriving. Joyful. And now it is second nature. I dare call it easy. For both of us. We have a rhythm.