I am writing a new book. It actually has been written in my head since my pregnancy in 2011 but I am finally putting it down on paper, well technically typing it on to virtual paper. I was inspired by my sister to write an ovaries out, vulnerable, open, and honest introduction to the book, which I did yesterday. You will have to read the book when it comes out to read that. But I had a realization while writing that I wanted to share.
My kids love breastfeeding so much because they are drinking love!
I had never thought about this in this way before. They tell me it’s the best thing in the world, better than ice cream! If they had to choose one thing they could eat forever it would be my milk. They don’t want it in a cup, they say ‘that’s gross’, they want it from me. I offer that we can just snuggle but that isn’t sufficient. Why? “It’s not the same,” they say. Drinking my milk in a cup and snuggling together at the same time is not the same. Why?
Oxytocin is our love hormone. Essentially it is LOVE in chemical form. It is what changes the physical structure of our brains, changes the connections between neurons, to form tight bonds with the people who are around us when it is released. We get oxytocin in a few ways; birth, breastfeeding, sex/orgasm, and physical closeness like hugging. The amounts of oxytocin we experience in life are highest with birth (unmedicated birth though) and then with breastfeeding, then sex, and then with other physical closeness.
When we breastfeed oxytocin is the hormone that releases our milk from our breasts and it is flowing through to our nurslings in our milk. Snuggling and the skin to skin close physical contact tops it off to be the most oxytocin they will experience apart from their own birth experiences. Our babies, toddlers, children who nurse are literally drinking our love. They then experience love in their own body, what could be better in the world than that. Not even ice cream.
I wanted to share this because it is a beautiful insight for me and I will now be less likely to say no next time they ask for a sip of LYVE.