I miss Breastfeeding days badly because there was a connection with my kiddo that is absent now.

Naaaayyyy!!!!

Truth is breastmilk was the only food that my kid would gulp down happily. No tantrums, no making faces, no running away, no mess. Irrespective of whatever I stuffed in my belly, the recipe would always turn out to be fine. I wish I too was a fabulous chef like my body.