Sometimes I think I can trace all of my breastfeeding woes to the first time I held my son. Recovering after my C-section, I almost missed the "golden hour" after birth when babies are awake, alert and ready to eat. The nurse gave Sam to me, and he looked up with puffy newborn eyes as I placed him at my breast. But just as he was about to latch on, the nurse interrupted and removed him from my arms. "We need to take some blood from you," she said. "Can't it wait?" my husband pleaded. "No, sorry," she replied callously. After the blood was drawn, Sam was given back to me -- fast asleep. That was my first experience with a medical professional failing me as a breastfeeding mother. There is no...
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