Gosh, I remember clearly the stress I felt when I first had my daughter. There were questions everywhere. How do I nurse? How long do I nurse? How do I manage cooking, cleaning, eating, sleeping, mothering and sanity?? How long does she eat baby food, how do I decide if a visit to the doctor is absolutely necessary? There was so much new gear, paraphernalia, apparatus and mechanics to figure out. I could no longer leave the house and hop in the car to simply get a coffee. I had to pop a baby in a car seat, pop the car seat in the car and pray for no screaming, leaky diapers or any unpredictable stuff along the way.
Just when I had it all figured out along came child number two, my darling son. By this time I understood lots of stuff. I wasn't super paranoid about him indulging in sweets before his first birthday. I could get him to latch on immediately for nursing. As a matter of fact, the little guy was so addicted to nursing I had to cut him off at a year. Our whole relationship was about the boob. Typical guy, but we will leave that for another post.