The first few days with Jack were almost easy. Yeah, I was struggling with breastfeeding but all in all I thought we cracked it. I remember sitting one night while Jack was sound asleep with smug proudness. My baby fed (albeit not easily) and then slept on repeat. Oh, how I was wrong. It was... Continue Reading →
Breastfeeding.
When I was pregnant I was convinced I would breastfeed for the first 6 months of my child's life. I was living in a naive first time mum bubble. I read all the books on it, I listened to the midwives tell me how to get the 'perfect latch' and I googled excessively. I was... Continue Reading →