PMA! is the mantra I used to repeat to myself in the early stages of my second pregnancy, and inevitably my third, I tried so desperately hard to convince my constantly nauseated self, that, if I concentrated hard enough, I might be able to make the sickness go away.
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Winging it…
The first few weeks of Esme’s life passed in a bit of a blur. I was absolutely determined to persevere with breastfeeding, despite knowing deep down, that it wasn’t working. She wanted to feed constantly and had no routine.
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