“I was alone for a very long time. I got too good at it. But then…”
“Artem came along,” Tamara finishes.
“Artem came along,” I echo. “And it was the saving grace of my life, although I didn’t know it at the time.”
Phoenix lets out a long, annoyed cry and I know it’s time to feed him. So I take him out of the baby carrier and hold him to my chest before I get my cover-up.
I drape it over my shoulders and make sure it’s secure before I feed him underneath it.
“Does it hurt?” Tamara asks once I’m settled into place.
“Breastfeeding? It was a little uncomfortable at first,” I admit. “But I got used to it.”
“You think you’ll have more?” she asks.
“I really haven’t thought about it,” I answer honestly. “I mean, I’m still getting used to having this one. But… maybe one day, in the future.”
