I have one in about an hour.
It runs for TWO hours.
I'm trying to figure out how many ways they can say 'nipple in mouth'.
For two hours, there must be many!
*boing eyes*
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2 comments:
Breastfeeding is an art.
Some of us are Picasso and some are Polloks
:)
I suppose they have to cover the what-ifs, though...what if he doesn't latch on properly, if he's not getting enough, etc.
There are people who's entire job is to tell chicks how to troubleshoot breastfeeding up at the hospital.
How'd it go, btw?
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