|Image from Birth Without Fear|
I reminded her that this was temporary and, before the end of the day, she would be more agile. Her face was flushed and her eyes misty as she watched her husband feed the baby.
We got set up, got the baby into position. On our first attempt the baby latched, but no sucking. It didn’t seem to matter to mom; she sobbed tears of joy and love for having the baby on her body in a way that she had assumed was off-limits to her because of her surgical history.
The fact is: I made a mess. There was formula all over mom, baby and me, but I didn’t care. I felt giddy. Before I said goodbye to her that day, I said I’d have another LC follow up with her on each of the following shifts. That made her cry too. I’m guessing she never thought she’d have a need for an LC to visit. I hugged her goodbye and said, “If you never do this again, you now know you can and that you did. He’s your baby; being nestled on your chest, whether you're lactating or not, is exactly where he needs to be.”