these precious moments

Lately, nursing Noah feels more like I’m nursing an alligator than a squishy baby. He’s all over the place; every little sound distracts him and he’s showing off his amazing chomping strength. And that’s fine. I know it’s just a stage and we’ll get through this, but it really makes me appreciate how precious, and fleeting, our special moments are.

This is from a few months ago, when nothing could distract him from a boob.  Well, nothing besides sleep.