With my first, I felt trapped under baby. It felt like breastfeeding dragged on and on. Even my husband felt like one of us was always holding baby. We welcomed every break as visitors asked to hold and rock baby.
When the next came along, it was a welcomed change of pace. We had gotten used to chasing around an energetic toddler. Having a cuddly little baby at the breast forced me to slow down and allowed to focus on living in the moment.
[My M-F Writing series is intended to make me a better writer and build towards publishing by the end of 2019. More than Milk is the current focus of these efforts to write and publish a bit each week day.]