I love that when I'm breastfeeding Theron I can relax and know that he's safe. It sounds weird, but it seems that I always have an ear open toward him, even at night while we're sleeping, and only when he's breastfeeding, and I know he's safe there, and enjoying himself, can I truly relax. Also, if things like naps or night-time sleep have gone totally to pot, I feel that at least I'm doing something right when he feeds! He loves it so, and has grown so well on it.
I also love that sometimes nursing is the only thing that will calm him. Great when he's ill or teething. We were in the ER about a month ago in the middle of the night, and he had to have one of those awful chest x-rays done. (They kinda sit him on a bicycle seat and close a plastic shell around his chest, hold his arms over his head, and take the picture.) He was so upset and stressed out
Nothing would calm him, so I found a quiet corner and tried to nurse. He started calming even as I got him horizontal, and tried desperately to find my boob. I hadn't even undone my mismatched pyjamas (listen to your mother said about wearing clean underwear and matching jammies, just in case!) and he was whimpering and rooting away. It about broke my heart to see him, but I was so glad that I could offer him that comfort. Eventually he fell asleep there, and I just left him resting while still latched on. Everytime the staff came in they'd loudly chirp "EATING?" and I'd whisper back, "No, sleeping
I also love that DH has totally come round to the idea of breastfeeding. When we were discussing our options before Theron arrived, DH felt that formula was the way to go, as breastfeeding would just be one more thing I'd have to learn, and one more pressure that I'd have to deal with. He also wasn't sure how he felt about it, people staring at me etc. DH even went so far as to bring a second-hand fridge home from work, with the "brilliant" idea that we could store formula in the fridge in our bedroom, so he wouldn't have to get up in the night to help with the night-time feeds. He could just lean over, open the fridge, and retrieve the bottle. I was pretty much decided that we would breastfeed by that point, so didn't even try to point out that most babies wouldn't welcome chilly milk especially in the middle of the night, and he'd have to get his butt out of bed and into the kitchen to heat it up anyway!
Anyways... I knew his opinion had changed when we were moving states, and Theron was with us in the front of the U-Haul truck. I was breastfeeding at a truck stop, and this group of three truckers walked by, having a good old ogle. DH yells out "It's only breastfeeding a**holes! Get over it!" I was like "Yay DH!!"