I only had one plan when it came to my son: I wanted to breastfeed.
I wanted to breastfeed all day, every day. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I was willing to put in the hard yards to make it work. I had read all the articles and I knew it was ‘the right thing to do’. Believe me – I knew. And I was determined.
We all know what happens to plans. Even plans with the best intentions.
Sometimes it just doesn’t work. It hurts me to say this, but breastfeeding was one of those things.
And I have learned that it’s okay.
However, I have learned that it doesn’t mean that other people are okay with it. This is my story.
You weren’t there when the midwives told me that an ambulance was on its way to collect my son. An ambulance. They were…
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