Just after my last blog post last night, Khéna woke up and I went and nursed him back to sleep.
I laid there in the dark and listened to him nurse and swallow the milk that comes from me.
I love that sound.
Lying close to him, nursing him, I smell his sweet scent. My sweet baby boy.
It amazes me that for 9 months now he has been nourished by me, and me alone. That nothing but my milk has made him into what he is today. I gave him those cheeks and those thighs.
He is the third child that have nourished in such a way but it still amazes me.