I wailed right along with him.
He was only a few weeks old, and yet he already knew the paradox of wanting something desperately yet hating it at the same time.
He was a newborn torn between the call of his growling belly and the desire not to choke on his only form of sustenance.
I was a mom torn between the desperation to feed my child and the desire not to hurt him in the process.
The lactation consultant labeled it “overactive letdown,” a fancy term meaning you’ve got an overabundance of milk and it comes out faster and more forcefully than your baby can handle.
She assured me it happens to lots of women, and that it wasn’t caused by anything I did. But I knew better…