When you examine the arguments for breastfeeding, most people seem to believe that it’s the best thing a woman can do for her children. Proponents point to the nutritional content of breastmilk, the immunity it provides children and the ways in which breast-fed babies benefit in mind, body and spirit. But after breast-feeding Ayla for nine months (with no signs of slowing down), I no longer do it just for her. Breastfeeding is a selfish act too. I benefit at least as much, if not more, than my infant daughter.

Women who breastfeed for at least six months reduce their risk of contracting breast cancer. I don’t want to die of cancer. And if nursing offers me some immunity, I’ll gladly breastfeed for a decade or two. I exercise, drink water, avoid fatty foods…and nurse. I'm thankful breastfeeding helps me live longer. 

Women who breast-feed also lose weight more quickly and are more likely to keep it off. I can’t tell you how good it felt to fit into my pre-maternity clothes less than six months after giving birth. I’ve lost all the weight I gained during pregnancy except now my boobs are a little bigger. And what could be better than a trim waistline and full breasts? I have nursing to thank for my healthy mommy bod.

I also save money because there is no need for formula, bottles and bottle cleaners in the house. By my calculations, those dollars accrue to me and can be spent on shopping or taking a vacation. I have already booked holidays and bought a new bikini with my breastfeeding savings. Cha-ching!

Nursing not only saves money, but it is also a sleep aid. I get more sleep because I roll over and offer the breast instead of having to get up and make a bottle. And I also benefit from the sleep hormones that are secreted while nursing—I sleep more hours and more deeply when I breastfeed. Breastfeeding is better than Ambien or a fifth of brandy when it's time for some shut-eye.

But there’s more. I decided to nurse Ayla until she no longer wants my milk. Which in turn led to the decision to work from home rather than returning to work full-time. For the first time in my life, I work just enough hours to feel fulfilled and earn a living but not so many that I resent my job. And I am no longer chasing the mythical work/life balance; I work and play in equal measure and it feels great. I credit my newfound healthy work ethic to nursing.

I’ll say it again: I’m not a martyr for breastfeeding my child. On the contrary, it’s me who benefits the most. I’m happy, slim, well-rested, less stressed and healthier because I breastfeed. So ladies, take out your breasts and let down your milk. Because I finally understand why nursing is such a beautiful thing...for us.

What do you say? Is breastfeeding selfless or selfish?

[Note: This post is cross-posted at Taz's home blog, Labor of Love at http://laboroflove.typepad.com.]