Drowning in expectations
Cheryl Rosenberg Neubert
The Orange County Register
Aug. 4, 2004 12:00 AM
"Of course I was going to breast-feed. There I would sit, ensconced in my light blue glider rocker, a halo of soft light surrounding me as my baby nursed at my breast. I’d smile beatifically at him, satisfied in my womanly ability to provide the perfect nourishment for my beautiful boy. Then my son Sawyer was born, and as fast as you can say flatnipplesnomilkpoorsuck, my idyllic image was shattered like the wail of a hungry infant breaks a quiet night. The most natural thing in the world seemed completely impossible. I could not feed my child. What was wrong with me?..."