I was born in the late 1970's in Cambodia. At that time, the country was being ravaged by revolution and genocide. My parents, like others at the time, were sent to a labor camp and endured starvation and malnutrition. When my mother gave birth to me, she speaks of only having a ration of rice porridge to eat daily during designated meal times -- grains of rice cooked in hot water. My father risked his life to poach fish from the nearby river to feed us. The war ended soon after my birth and my parents fled to a refugee camp. However, the people overseeing the camp eventually led truckloads of refugees, including my parents and me, into a desolate mountain where many people died from landmines roaming the mountainside in search of food, water, and help.
I survived as an infant through such hardship because my mother breastfed me. In a time where an estimated 20% of the population died, I survived even when food was scarce and doctors and medicine could not be found. Breastfeeding sustained my life and my health so that I can have an opportunity to give birth to and experience the daily joy of breastfeeding my own 6-month-old son.
Check out these posts on this month's theme (updated throughout the day):
Breastfeeding Moms Unite! - The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Elita @ Blactating - The Gift of Confidence
The Milk Momma - Breastfeeding: My Baby's Gift to Me
Momma's Angel - The 12 Gifts of Breastfeeding
Christina at Massachusetts Friends of Midwives - The Intangible Gifts of Breastfeeding
Tanya Lieberman - A Gift I Never Expected