World Breastfeeding Week 2014: A Journey to Breastfeeding

When I was little, I had a favorite doll. She was big enough for me to cuddle in my arms, was plump with silvery curly hair and had a round face. She looked like a cherub, and I loved her. I brought her with me everywhere I went. I changed her diapers, I wrapped her in warm blankets, I washed her face and I fed her bottles. I never learned about nursing.