I remember learning to breastfeed my son was difficult, but not because it hurt, but rather my breasts were so big – as big as the little guy’s head! I went to the lactation nurse to help me position my son and teach me better ways to hold him to get the nipple in his mouth. It worked and I was able to nurse him until he was 15 months! It was the thing I treasured most: to be able to spend the time with him in a quiet place and bond over the feeding. We would gaze into each others eyes, he would grasp my finger with his little hand and move it around while sucking. I was lucky to have a copious milk supply and no pain while nursing. It was a wonderful experience.