By the time my son was two weeks old, I felt like I had
been milked by everyone in town. During our three days in hospital I’d been assessed by three different nurses, one
lactation consultant, a paediatrician, and our midwife. On day two, my baby was dehydrated and limp, unable to properly breastfeed, and I started using an electric pump 12 times each day to extract my breast milk.
On day five, I felt triumphant that I was officially feeding my baby with my own breast milk. But as he was still
unable to latch properly at the breast, I saw three more lactation consultants, dragging myself through the haze of the first days out of hospital, all while