By the time my son was a year old breastfeeding was my dirty secret. I fought incredibly hard to breastfeed my son, Cygnet.  I breastfed a bit in the hospital after birth. Or at least I thought I did.  I was never actually sure whether Cygnet got any milk or whether he was just there latched on for comfort. The midwives insisted on giving him formula in the hospital.  They were really busy. They were lovely but they didn’t have…

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My son has 7 teeth. 4 on the top at the front. 3 on the bottom at the front. My son goes to bed at 7pm. My son wakes up screaming at 9:30pm.  I get him out of his cot and breast feed him back to sleep.   My son wakes up screaming at 11:30pm. I get him out of his cot, give him 5ml of pinky purply also known as Calpol and breast feed him back to sleep. My son…

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Before my child was born, I decided that I was going to breastfeed, but I also told myself that I wouldn’t beat myself up if I struggled or if it didn’t work. After my child was born, my desire to breastfeed eclipsed the sun.  I did struggle.  It took a few days for my milk to come in, my baby lost weight, and we had to top him up with formula.  I was expressing milk like a demon to try…

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