“Sssh, sssh, It’s, oh, so quiet, Sssh, sssh, It’s oh, so still, Sssh, sssh, You’re
“Sssh, sssh, It’s, oh, so quiet, Sssh, sssh, It’s oh, so still, Sssh, sssh, You’re all alone, Sssh, sssh, And so peaceful until…”
I know I am mad to say that, but I will miss breastfeeding you at night. When it’s all so quiet, it’s only you, me and us “alone together” both fulfilling our needs continuously. This is what’s left after umbilical cord was cut, unbreakable connection of the “house white” and we celebrate it together every night… four times… five times… like there