World Breastfeeding Week 2014: Learning to Listen

My husband gently bounced our wailing 3-week-old son while pacing around our apartment. I quickly fnished toweling off, ran a comb through my wet hair and threw on a comfy pair of post-baby pants and a T-shirt. Luckily I had the forethought to brush my teeth while in the shower, a time saver I had picked up over the last few weeks. I jumped into the corner of the couch that had recently become imprinted with my shape and adjusted the nursing pillow. "Okay, ready," I said, refreshed from my shower and the savored last few moments without a child attached to me. Beckett screamed.