We joked that my first son was born angry. I spent hours in our pitch-black laundry room, rocking-swaying-bouncing him to the hum of the running dryer.
As it turns out, he was just born hungry!
Prior to Trenton’s birth, breastfeeding was never a decision for me; it was a given. But I never really considered that it wouldn’t go as I had hoped.
I’m happy to be contributing today to a meaningful series started by Julie at the Girl in the Red Shoes. To read the rest of my post in one easy click, please visit HERE. I hope you’ll follow me over. Thanks so much!
So honored to have you post on my blog today. Such beautiful words from a beautiful mama!
Thanks so much, Julie! I’m honored to be on your blog and a part of the series!
Just read your story over at red shoes! Beautiful! Following along on bloglovin’! -Andrea http://www.handandtheheart.com
Thanks so much, Andrea! I’m excited to check out your blog! I can tell just from your first post (the honesty) that you and I are going to get along great!
Loved your post there! Why in the world is breastfeeding so emotional and complicated? Every mother has their own story!
Thank you for that post! I felt so guilty when I finally gave up pumping at 2 months with my girls. I hate that I feel that I need to explain how hard it was every time the subject comes up. I loved your encouragement!
I almost gave up after a week with my first. After being in the NICU and having an IV or formula for the first 4 days, it was a tough battle! (And same with my third)
But I’m stuck on the part where you said T was just born angry. I feel like my kids are exactly that. Angry AND hungry. They have all nursed every 2 hours and would eat more often if I let them. But again, the first and third have just been so hard and unhappy that it makes me want to pull my hair out!