Seeing me endure such pain with the breast-feeing made Richard crazed with worry. He begged me to stop and to switch Anne to formula feeding. I wouldn"t hear of it and endured, but not without reliving the same argument for nearly two months while I felt my n****e being sucked off my body.
I soon associated breast-feeding with anxiety and waves of pain shot through my shoulder. It felt like a knife sliced through my arm and peeled my skin from my body. Anne drank my blood with my milk, which the doctors confirmed was okay, but the lack of support from my husband and the arguments added to the stress and isolated me. I don"t think I blame him. Feeding my daughter was literally a mini-torture session I had to relive every two to four hours while my husband watched me cry and bite back the s
