At no point have I ever called me a staunch breastfeeding advocate.
When I was pregnant, I simply assumed that I WOULD breastfeed and that it would be as simple as that. A generally positive outlook on life (and the fact I was a little clueless) meant I never entertained the thought that breastfeeding would be difficult.
I was in for a rude awakening.
My early breastfeeding days would set the stage for cracked nipples, engorged breasts, infected milk ducts and a baby who would slip off, just when I thought I’d mastered her latch. Read more