The journey of 600 days breastfeeding Luna is a milestone I never set out to reach. I didn’t count the days until recently, when curiosity nudged me to check. What I found was a number that felt sacred, a quiet testament to our bond. Having an exclusively breastfed baby is not easy, but in my experience has been so worth it.  Yesterday, I sat on the beach with my friend Emily as Luna wandered around, tasting shells (sigh). She climbed into my lap and asked for “Tetita.” After one side, she pointed to the other: “More tetita.” I smiled and obliged. This is our thing, our check‑in, our comfort, our joy. Then came the bite. A cheeky laugh. And just like that, the feeding ended. I know we’re nearing the end. I’m dancing between grief and the quiet reclaiming of my body after 600 days of breastfeeding. The first 24 hours after birth taught me more than I ever expected. Babies’ stomachs are tiny, and colostrum truly is enough to fill them. I didn’t know how to do it, and Luna didn’t know either. While I was figuring everything else out, spoon‑feeding became a lifeline. I was producing milk, but