When She Still Wasn’t Latching
By mid-morning of my daughter’s second day of life, I was miserable. I didn’t cry or shout or even yell at anything. But I sat there in my bed, staring at this little piece of perfection and felt like a total failure. Why couldn’t I get her to nurse? Two nurses had come by in the last twenty-four hours. Both tried to help me with her, both just kept assuring me to give her time and to keep trying. I was miserable enough that their suggestions felt critical – not exactly something you want to hear when you’re as frustrated … Continue reading