With Emmaleen's first birthday right around the corner, my breastfeeding is coming to an end. Before having kids, I knew I wanted to nurse them for the health benefits. To be honest, I never really liked breast feeding, but I always held myself to goals (at first,when it's the most uncomfortable, I celebrated getting through the week, then months, and finally my main goal of a year). Now that Em's birthday is right around the corner, I am feeling a little bit of sadness. It's normal to feel slight sadness as people stop nursing their babies...but this time it's different. This time, I won't be be able to nurse another baby, this time it's final. Obviously it's more important for me to live than it is for me to nurse another baby, but inside it's still painful. Not that Josh and I are planning to have another baby (unless we adopt), but in the back of my mind, I wonder "what if". This time, it's my last time. I know I only have a short amount of time left to nurse her and share this special bond. I am not going to be the crazy "granola" lady that tells you nursing is the "only way", nor do I want to push my beliefs on anyone, but, I do feel like there is a special bond that comes from nursing your child. At least I was fortunate enough to be able to nurse my babies...a lot of people never get the chance.