#4herforever

I exclusively breastfeed on demand and she’s been sleeping beside me her whole life pretty much. Tucked against me, safe and snug.

I know not everyone is into cosleeping, and that’s okay.

But I needed my baby close.

And more importantly, she needed me.

I know that in my bone marrow.

Now, at 11 months old, she presses her feet into my thighs or my belly while she drifts to sleep, using me as the original pacifier.

But she’s been pressing into me like this since before she was born…. when we shared a body.

Every night, I’d roll over and she’d wake up with tiny feet of fury. Heels pressing into my palms.

Her feet would poke through my side like something out of Alien, and it was terrifying and beautiful and sacred.

Still is.

I keep her grounded

and maybe that’s one of the most important things I’ve ever done.

If you connect with writing like this, I’m slowly turning these moments into art and digital prints over at my Etsy shop — 4HerForever. It’s all for her, but maybe a little bit for you too.💟

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