It’s not about how you feed your baby – or really even what you feed them – it’s the moments you share with the weight of a baby in your arms.

They come and go so quickly.

Sometimes I savor every breath and others I wish away – hoping to get back to sleep or get back to work or get anything else done.

None of them are perfect.

But I find myself missing even the messiest of times – I miss my 5 month old as a 5 day old.  I miss my 5 year old as a 5 month old.  I can assure you at 5 days old I was painfully hoping for the moments to pass quickly – hoping I could make it through each hour, make it through that very long night, make it through one more feeding.  And here I am tearfully wishing I could be in that moment again.

With these photos, I get so show a few moms what this moment looks like from the outside – and it’s beautiful.

 

 

I’m having trouble finding the words to go with this – sometimes it looks a little different, but this mama nurses her baby all the same and it’s made possibly by the loving heart of another mom who gave her own milk.