My proudest moment was after a follow up appointment with a Nursing coach. My daughter and I struggled with breast feeding. She couldn’t keep the milk in. We’d feed and then moments later she would throw up. I got her tested for food allergies, I changed my diet, we had countless appointments with the Pediatrician and nursing coaches every other day. This went on for the first 4 weeks of her life. She kept losing weight and became so frail and thin. Her skin was so pale you could see all her veins. Her little stomach was just a touch under developed and she just couldn’t take in milk. My husband and I felt desperately scared.
Then, one day like magic, *poof* she was accepting my milk. Soon after that her weight went up and kept going up from there. That was the most relief I have ever felt in my life. I was the proudest mother in the whole world. We left the hospital to find our car had been towed in 40-degree Celsius (104 Fahrenheit) heat and my husband had a full-blown verbal altercation with the towing company. But I was the happiest person on planet earth that day and I like to think my daughter was too.