So I admit it, I was a Milkworks sceptic. (Milkworks is a breastfeeding center where they have classes and consultants to help moms and babies with nursing.) I took a breastfeeding class there when I was pregnant with Samuel and it was okay but really how much can you learn about breastfeeding until you have a baby to nurse? And they're into wearing your baby and cloth diapers and organic, not-so-mainstream stuff. So I avoided going there, preferring to figure out breastfeeding on my own. Which I did. Until Philip. He didn't nurse well and lost weight and lost weight but still, I put off going. Having to pay to have someone tell me how to do something I'd already figured out three times annoyed me. But we couldn't figure it out. Obviously. We ended up in the hospital partly because of my pride. So we went and they were pretty helpful, mostly just with knowledge and encouragement though. Until today. Today at 10:30 am or so Dr. L clipped his tongue (the little flap of skin underneath that was too far forward to be precise). And he hasn't had a bottle since.
Praise the Lord! I promise not to doubt Milkworks again.
