The first week with Emma was a blur of sleepless nights, constant feedings, and a level of exhaustion Aria hadn't known existed.
Day three at home was particularly brutal.
Aria's milk came in around two AM, waking her with painful, rock-hard breasts that felt like they might explode. Emma, sensing something was different, refused to latch properly, screaming in frustration while Aria sobbed right along with her.
"I don't know what to do," Aria cried, holding a screaming Emma while her breasts leaked milk everywhere. "She won't eat and I'm in so much pain and I don't know how to fix this."
Damien called Grace at two-thirty in the morning. She arrived twenty minutes later in her bathrobe, took one look at the situation, and immediately went into crisis management mode.
"Your milk came i
