There's nothing better...

... than breastfeeding a sleepy Sam until he falls asleep on the boob, then picking him up and letting his soft freshly-washed body lean on my chest, his fuzzy head nestled on my shoulder, breathing little puffs of air against my neck as he exhales each contended breath. It's pure bliss.

It makes me feel so grateful to be a mother, and so proud of my accomplishment of breastfeeding him thus far. It wasn't - and isn't - an easy street all of the time, but there are lovely scenic views along the way. You just have to make sure to stop at them and realize how beautiful they are. Moments like these need to be treasured. Before I know it, Sam will want to wean.

I don't get this every night, though. Often, bedtime feedings will still find Sam awake afterwards, only to promptly fall asleep in his crib a few minutes later. Which is good. It's great for babies to wake up in the same place they fell asleep. That way it's less confusing to them. If I feed Sam before I go to bed for the night then he will fall asleep while nursing and I get to enjoy him like this. But in the middle of the night, you gotta admit there isn't much appeal to nursing and no fun in sticking around to cuddle when you're so tired.