Have you ever wanted something so much and thought about it endlessly, that when it finally is time for that thing to take place, and it doesn’t happen like you imagined or dreamed, you just feel like curling up and going back to sleep?
I’ve talked previously about the attempt to nurse my first and only, Josie, from day one. To recap, or if you haven’t read my previous blog (read it here) about why I care about helping moms – she just wouldn’t latch. Not kind of, not at all. My overwhelming love for her made her mad or something, I don’t know, and the doctors/nurses didn’t know either. We eventually got the hang of it with one another and I have breastfed her through 15 months old, so dreams do come true y’all. Keep on Reading!