My first attempts at feeding were supervised by the ward sister, a young, snappy, and impatient woman, who was not at all supportive. I was giving it one last try, and this was supervised by an auxiliary nurse, Nurse Pike, who just sat on the bed, chatted, and told me I’d soon get the hang of it. She was right, and all three were fed until around a year old, no thanks to Sister!
Incidentally, son 1 wasn’t madly interested in feeding at first, so had to be coaxed, but son 2 latched on hungrily just minutes after birth. Strangely enough, their personalities are still like that 40+ years later, one laid back, and one diving headlong into everything!