Sometimes it just hits me square in the chest how much I love my little girl.  Today it was as she nursed and laid there gazing up at me with her huge, dark eyes, and I sat watching her.  Her eyes closed, slowly, and she drifted into sleep, still sucking now and then; when she released the latch, her lips were bright pink and still pursed, slightly parted, and it was all I could do not to lean down and smooch them, so I brushed her hair back from her ear instead… and she smiled.

Moments like that are so precious.

I made the decision to start pumping… sometime soon.  Not that I want to switch to bottle-feeding exclusively, but Chris would like to be able to feed her (as would I), and I’d like to feel as though we can leave her with family for a few hours without worrying about a feeding crisis.  Also, since we’re going to be travelling to Connecticut in the summer, being able to bottle feed may let us avoid some crying fits between rest stations.

I love the idea of my girl lying in my family’s arms, feeding from the bottle, giving them that same bright-eyed, adoring look that I am so blessed to receive daily.

And then they might just be privileged enough to receive the ear-piercing scream she gives off just when you think she’s actually going to sleep this time.  HAH!