I felt guilty, at first, that I did not
feel guilty about feeding my roughly 12-hour-old baby with a bottle full of
formula.
The choice was basically this: let a
night nurse feed my baby formula and get to close my eyes, at midnight, for the
first time since roughly 6 am (after about 3 hours sleep the previous night),
or, hold a tiny screaming baby as firmly as I could against my torso, trying
desperately to avoid coming in any contact with the fresh C-section incision
while a 6 lb., 11 oz. person screamed his head off and pushed himself away
from me with both arms and both legs.
