I started this year in sort of a funk. We had just come off a chaotic (albeit fun) 2 ½ weeks home with our families, Layla was nap-regressing and colds and coughs were on heavy rotation in our house. I was far from as organized and centered as I dreamt I would be starting the New Year. Apparently this is a Mercury retrograde thing so I may not be the only one who was (is) feeling like I’m still playing catch up, and feeling unsettled and scattered. Or maybe it’s just a Mom thing.
My initial worries and fears about breastfeeding were relatively normal. When I was pregnant I wondered if I would produce enough milk or how much it would hurt during those first weeks. I never worried about whether the baby or I would know how to breastfeed. How hard could it be? There’s a nipple and a mouth, put them together and ta-da! Totally natural, right?!