It's funny, just the other day I just came across an old journal entry from when DD was about 6 mo:
I love it when we lie down to breastfeed and she puts her little feet on my thighs. I love it when she’s super tired/hungry and roots like a newborn, shaking her head back and forth across my nipple before she latches on. I love the gulp-ahhh-gulp-ahhh sounds she makes while she’s eating. I love how when I feed her at night, when she’s done, she pulls off, groans, and falls asleep again. I love it when she puts both her hands on my boob like she’s chuggin a 2L bottle of coke. I love it when she kneads me like a cat. I love it when she does these “ronde-de-jambe” with her arm – when she’s tired and nursing, hitting my chest or my arm, and when she’s trying to wake me up, each circle ending with a palm slapping my face. I love it when she pulls off and just looks up at me with a huge grin on her face. And I love love love taking a nap together, curling up face to face and then drifting off into a milk-fed, hormone-soothed, body-warmed sleep as she nurses and I hold her.
Now my ds is 3 months old and I am loving all these moments all over again.
Amy, mom to (almost) 4 yo DD and 3 mo DS