The moment the placed him in my arms I was determined to give him the best a mother can give. He was so small, yet so perfect in every way. He was a part of me, just as his older sister is. I lay there admiring him, admiring the life that had been growing inside of me for nine months. The nurses asked if I'd like them to clean him before letting him nurse. I simply shook my head and moved to latch him onto my breast. I rubbed the nipple against his cheek and instantly his mouth found it. As he nursed, his little hand reached for mine, and his eyes sought out my gaze. The nurses, the doctor, and my fiance were amazed how easily he nursed. My fiance beamed with pride as he watched me feed our son. From that day on I was determined to do what I had struggled to do four years prior. I had longed to breastfeed his sister, but a lack of support and an abusive relationship caused me to feel pressured into giving her formula instead. I understand some moms have difficulty breastfeeding and sometimes formula is necessary, but I felt saddened by not being able to nurse her. I wanted things to be different for my son, and I was a woman determined.
  Eight months later and we are still going strong. My son not only enjoys my milk, he loves it. He is very demanding for it and has been dubbed my milk monster. This cute little nickname sticks to him very easily for many reasons. I am grateful for all of the support I received in the beginning and through all of the rough nights with late feedings. I admire all of the women who blog about breastfeeding and offer advice. So now I will share my adventures with my milk monster in the hopes that I can help at least one other mother. So sit back, relax, and join me on this wonderful journey.