Several years ago a friend of mine had a baby while we were both in nurse practitioner school. She had a typical first pregnancy, labor and delivery. I visited the family several times in the hospital and bonding appeared to be going just fine. In the few weeks that followed the birth things began to unravel. Breastfeeding was not going well, she wasn’t feeling like herself and even her husband called to appeal for help. During a light moment, we laughed about how “we of all people” trained in women’s health had no idea what to do to make things better.
And then I stopped laughing. Continue reading