Trinity of Power
Her cries turn into soft, shuddering whimpers as she begins to suckle.
“Good job, little one. You’re doing so good. Just make sure you breathe.”
She’s ravenous, desperately pulling at my nipple.
But she isn’t breathing properly. She doesn’t have the suck-swallow-breathe rhythm down yet.
I have to break the seal several times, coaxing her to take breaths so she doesn’t pass out while eating.
Each time, I burp her, calm her down, and let her try again.
After several tries, she finally learns to latch properly. The breathing part is harder, but she’s getting there.