Just a quick thought...
Nursing is going really well for us, in that I've been able to nurse Frankie since he was born and he's gaining weight well and that is his only source of nutrition, but MAN is it painful. It is incredible to me that the human species has survived thus far predicated on the notion that babies will survive their early months via just breastfeeding. No wonder wet nurses used to be so popular!! I'm holding out hope that it will magically stop hurting after a month, or six weeks, as so many more experienced moms have told me.
One thing comes to my mind every time he nurses. I've been trying to offer up the pain of each latch-on for some special intention (got an intention? Let me know!). Each time I think of Our Lord's words: "Take and eat. This is my body, given up for you." Those words take on a whole new meeting when you are a nursing mom! It hurts so much, but I'm grateful to be able to offer that gift to my baby. And I think this experience has helped me understand better what Christ meant with those words. Now every time we go to Mass, I tear up during the Consecration; there is just so much more meaning there.
If this all sounds like crazy ramblings to you... chalk it up to my sleep deprivation and overlook it, wouldya? Thanks.