I can almost remember when my body was my own – it was quite some time ago!

For nearly 2 years now I’ve either been preparing it to carry a bubba, carrying her, or feeding her. Since going back to work I’ve been feeding her less – from five times a day down to three. There are buds of teeth beneath her bottom gum and I’ll admit the thought of feeding her once those buds become teeth does make me a little squirmish. I found myself saying that the day those teeth come through will be the day I stop feeding her.

Then I thought about it. It’s the only thing that I and I alone can do for her. It’s such an incredible time of bonding and togetherness. For us that is. I know we are really lucky that breast feeding came so naturally and easily to us and that there are plenty of mums out there who really wanted to feed their babies but couldn’t; or didn’t want to at all – and I both feel for and respect those mums.

But for me, I’m super glad it worked. For me it’s such a time of love, joy, belonging and family. It’s being a mum. It’s being her mum.

So now when I think that I can’t wait for my body to be my own again … I wonder if I can.