There’s a very specific kind of panic that hits at 3 a.m. when your baby is rooting around at your chest like you’ve personally betrayed them, and you’re doing math in your head — when did she last eat, how long was that side, was that even a real feed or just comfort sucking. I
Two in the morning, baby on my hip, and I was crying almost as hard as she was — because I could not, for the life of me, understand how something everyone kept calling “natural” was making me bleed. Nobody warns you about this part. Not the nurse who hands you home from the hospital
My second kid, Theo, was born at 8 lbs 1 oz — a solid, chunky baby by every measure. Two weeks later, at his checkup, he was down to 7 lbs 6 oz, and the pediatrician’s face did that thing where she’s trying to look neutral but you can tell she’s not. I remember sitting
