One day, after countless nights without sleep, frustrated and losing hope amidst my three and a half week old sons growth
spurt, I decided to throw in the towel on the whole breastfeeding "thing."
I tried to reason with myself that he would do "just
as well" on formula.
As I guiltily attempted to give my son a bottle, he refused to take it and began to cry.
At that moment my
three year old daughter walked over to me and stated, "My brother's hungry Mommy, feed him."
I replied "I am sweetie,
see?"
Showing her the bottle awkwardly dangling between his lips.
"No, mommy" she impatiently stated as she pointed to
my breasts, "Feed him."
It was just the motivation I needed.
My son is now three and a half months old and I love this whole
breastfeeding "thing"
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