Before motherhood appeared on my resume, I dreamed of rocking my babies to sleep. I dreamed of nursing them, feeling a rush of natural oneness from feeding my children. I dreamed of nose-to-nose cooing, sweet and powdery one-on-one time that lasted for hours.
Of course, I knew my babies would cry once in a while, and I knew that they woke up sometimes. But idiot that I was, I think I figured that MY babies would sleep through the night within the first two weeks of life. I thought breastfeeding would be easy. I thought I’d fit back into my size 4 jeans within a month, a la Heidi Klum walking down the Victoria’s Secret runway.