‘Like a cheese grater raking across my nipple’: why I kept trying to breastfeed for so long | Breastfeeding
The baby was born. I woke the next morning and felt an instant, brutal claw across the heart. I saw the baby in her little plastic cot, I saw the back of the baby’s head and thought at once: the baby is dead. The baby’s floss of hair was matted with blood. The baby had … Read more