Like a cheese grater raking across my nipple': why I kept trying to breastfeed for so long
Briefly

The instant I saw my baby in her cot, a brutal thought crossed my mind: the baby is dead, which was untrue, but shockingly real in its presence.
The nurse's reaction to discovering my baby hadn't been fed all night was one of pure disbelief. 'Feed her right away,' she insisted. It made me question everything I thought I knew.
Breastfeeding was an ordeal of pain, akin to 'a cheese grater raking across my nipple'. This was a harsh reality of motherhood I'd never anticipated.
Childbirth and the early days of motherhood were filled with a unique kind of agony, each painful moment heavily loaded with expectation and the overwhelming weight of responsibility.
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