When my mom walked in I was sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing, "I can't do this! It's too hard!"
"What's too hard?" she asked.
"The who-o-o-ole thing" I gasped.
My daughter was two weeks old and I was in a heightened state of emotion brought about by a difficult delivery, rampant post-partum hormones and sleep deprivation. It wasn't actually the "whole thing" that had me in crying convulsions; it was learning how to breastfeed.
Before my daughter's arrival, my husband and I had read about everything we wanted to do and be as parents and breastfeeding was at the top of my list. But, it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't figure it out and she wasn't gaining weight at the expected rate. I was terrified of ruining her. + MORE