I’m sure it happens to everyone. I wasn’t really that worried about it, but thought I should ask the midwife whether to keep feeding while there are cracks, or to feed only from the other side.

I shouldn’t have asked. She got angry at me. Really angry. She said I was doing it wrong. She grabbed my boob. She grabbed Bubba’s head. She thrust them together. Bubba cried. I cried. It was awful.

I didn’t think I was doing it wrong. Until that moment, Bubba seemed happy. Ugh. Horrid.

I was so worried that by the next feed (well, the one after the shift changed & there was a new midwife on at least) I buzzed & asked her to watch me feed Bubba. She asked why I was so concerned & I told her what had happened that afternoon. She said that really disappointed her, because every other time she’d seen me so far, both Bubba & I had seemed happy and content. Told me not to worry about the other crabby midwife & that I was doing an awesome job at being a new mum.

Yay!