Adventures in Parenting

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Trish sighed, Lynsey kicking the back of her seat. She was glad to be home. The hospital had been too quiet. She was eager to have some control of her life again.

"How's Avery?" she asked, trying to see her daughter. Randy sighed, picking up the carrier out of the carseat holster.

"Fine. Although, she may be due for a feeding soon," he replied. Trish shrugged. There wasn't a problem with that. She actually loved feeding her daughter, because it was a good time to bond.

"Are any of those gifts for me?" Lynsey asked, watching Randy unload wrapped boxes. "Are they, Daddy?"

"Sorry, Sweetie. They're for Avery," he murmured. She crossed her arms and pouted. She walked over to Trish, who was holding Avery in her carrier.

"I know you think you're all that, but this is still my house," she said, glancing at Avery. Trish exchanged looks with Randy. Was she talking to the baby? Why was she talking to the baby? Did they have to worry about Avery being left around Lynsey?

Avery began to snuffle with soft cries. Randy handed Trish the key and they walked inside. Avery began to wail louder.

"Hush, Princess. You're going to eat. I promise," Trish murmured, stepping inside. Immediately, she crashed on the couch. She lifted her shirt and undid the flap on her nursing bra. Then, she picked up the baby and held her to her breast. Soon, the baby latched on and Trish was able to relax.

"Daddy, what's SHE doing?" Lynsey asked, watching Trish nurse. Randy sighed. How was he going to explain breastfeeding?

"Trish is feeding Avery in a special way. Her breasts produce milk and that's what Avery eats." he explained. Lynsey rolled her eyes.

"That's gross! I'm telling Mommy she showed me her chest!" she whined. Randy walked out of the room. He was close to losing his temper.

There was a knock at the door. Randy glanced out the window and opened the door. Her best friend, Amy walked in. Her son, Damien was in a sling carrier attached to her chest.

"Hello, Randy!" she exclaimed. "Where's Trish?" Randy pointed towards the living room.

Trish was struggling to get her to latch on again. She was near tears. All she wanted was her baby to eat. Why was that so difficult? If she couldn't do something as simple as feed her daughter, how was she going to cope with potty training? Discussing sex? Was she cut out to be a mother?

"You okay?" Amy asked, sitting beside her best friend. She couldn't help but notice the tears running down her face.

"I can't get her to latch on again!" she exclaimed. Amy bit her lower lip, and glanced around the room. Her eyes fell upon a nursing pillow. Getting up, she grabbed the pillow and placed it on Trish's lap.

"Now, place her on the pillow and concentrate on getting her latched on." she explained. Trish reluctantly placed the baby on the pillow. Then, it became apparent Amy was right. When she didn't have to worry about dropping the baby, nursing was a lot easier.

"Thank you," Trish murmured. " I don't know why I was crying," Amy shook her head. She knew why.

"Postpartum depression. Your hormones are still out of whack because of Miss Avery." Amy replied. "You're going to be fine, once your hormones settle down," Trish sniffled and sighed.

She just hoped Amy was right.

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Jen