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!