From a distance, it’s hard to conjure up exactly how overwhelming the first weeks of parenthood are.
Six years on, when I’m trying to separate my gangly first-grader from her Beanie Boo collection, it’s almost impossible to remember that I was once a woman sitting up in bed, topless, blood running from my breasts, sobbing.
It’s hard to fathom that as I tried to weather the pain of another failed “latch on” technique, as I wrestled with crescent-shaped pillows and cushions and ‘football holds’, as my tiny, tiny baby’s perfect rosebud pout failed to clamp around my nipple in any meaningful way, I questioned whether I was fit to be a mother.
But what I do remember, is picking up the phone and calling someone.
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Can anyone answer why all the
"useful, much needed support services being cut"?
This was me, crying, bleeding and in agony. The National Breastfeeding Line is a crucial support for women who are feeling at the end of their tether over something that is meant to come 'naturally'. Having someone to talk to who is a professional and isn't going to judge or be concerned about your state of distress is absolutely necessary. The cut off of funding is atrocious!