I remember you before you became a feeding tool.
I remember you when you were full of enthusiasum. I remember when you were full—period.
Now, after thirteen months of breastfeeding, I Iook down at you and I wonder, "Where did you go?" You didn't even leave a note to say goodbye. What you did leave, however, is empty space in my bra cup.
You've also left me with a disturbing question: When I'm completely done breastfeeding, will you shrivel and turn into ballsacks?
This is a serious question. I am concerned.