I was sitting on the floor of the nursery at 2 a.m., trying to hold my three-day-old baby girl gently rather than in a vice grip that would betray the excruciating pain I was in trying to breastfeed her. No matter how many beautiful platitudes my husband desperately whispered in my ear, the only words I was hearing were, ?If you?re doing it right, ...
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