When I come home from work at the end of the day, my daughter squirms in my mom’s arms and leans toward me. As soon as I take her in my arms and sit on the couch, she turns her face toward my chest, her nose and mouth searching for a nipple. Sometimes she is hungry, sometimes she is tired, sometimes she isn’t searching for my nipples so much as she is searching for my heart and reassurance that we are connected and she is safe.
Comfort feeding (cw: disordered eating)
Comfort feeding (cw: disordered eating)
Comfort feeding (cw: disordered eating)
When I come home from work at the end of the day, my daughter squirms in my mom’s arms and leans toward me. As soon as I take her in my arms and sit on the couch, she turns her face toward my chest, her nose and mouth searching for a nipple. Sometimes she is hungry, sometimes she is tired, sometimes she isn’t searching for my nipples so much as she is searching for my heart and reassurance that we are connected and she is safe.