Myth #9: All You Need is Liquid Gold
I will admit right up at the top of this post that the birth of my first child did not go according to plan. Not even close.
Hypnobirthing classes intended to deliver a drug-free newborn turned into an unplanned C-section and lots of anesthesia and Percocets. My stockpile of newborn diapers and teensy onesies went untouched when our 9-pound, 3.5-ounce hulk called for size 1 diapers and 3-month-old sleepers right out of the womb.
My confidence that we would never need a single ounce of formula morphed into despair when we had to rely on it for the 8 endless days it took my milk to make an appearance.
Eight exhausting, demoralizing days that I will never forget.
On September 2, 2011
