Attachment Parenting Basics-Breastfeeding (from January 19th)

I guess I don't understand why all of the political manuevering is necessary. Breastfeeding is sort of a no-brainer. I mean, at the very least, when you've hit rock bottom and had no sleep and are subsisting on bagels and cream cheese (or whatever it is that your equally sleep-deprived husband is shoving at you), you can always shove your boob in baby's mouth and he's happy.Of course, aside from women who really do face breastfeeding obstacles, I can't imagine why you wouldn't breastfeed. Luckily, for us, Carter is the penultimate "boob man". He took to nursing like a champ. He ate and ate and ate and ate and gained about 400 pounds in time for his one-month check up. In fact, at his two-month check-up, both the doctor and the nurse checked to make sure that the scale was not broken and that Carter really was, as the doctor gently put it, "a moose".I purchased a nursing apron early on...a Hooter Hider, as one friend called it, and can nurse wherever. I am pretty much now the equivalent to a travelling circus broodmare.Breastfeeding has been a lot of fun and a real source of bonding. Watching 2-week old Carter go from crying to absolute glee at the site of a boob, my boob, was a real hoot! And now, after I come home from a brief stint at the store, watching him prepare to nurse is like watching Agatha get her own roll of paper towels. First he looks at it, then looks at me. Really? For me? Are you sure? Then he smiles a bit,shrugs his shoulders and dives right in. (For those of you who don't know, Agatha is one of our dogs. If you put a lamb shank and a roll of paper towels in front of her, she goes for the paper towels every time...unless of course you add broccoli. She loves broccoli).Carter's first laughs were during nursing. He stopped nursing, looked up, and just let loose the biggest chuckle. Twice. Quite the boob man!I'm actually dreading introducing solids....this is just too much fun.