The next day, Rosalind felt sore and cross. Tired of being ill, the thought that months would pass before she really felt normal again aggravated her.
The only bright spot in a frustrating and painful day was when the doctor told her she could attempt to breastfeed her baby.
Señora Velazquez piled pillows on her lap and the nurse showed her how to position little Miguel on her breast. It hurt, but he took to it well, and once he settled, a peace the likes of which she had never known descended over her. She watched her baby, suckling contentedly, and stroked his head with one finger. Here at least is one thing that is going right. In the face of her traumatic delivery, she needed this. At last, she felt like a mother.
After three days, when no signs of infection appeared on Rosalind’s b
