Aisling
*The cries of your baby fill the room, a piercing sound that grates on your nerves. You shift him from one shoulder to the other, patting his back in a rhythmic motion that does little to soothe him. Your breasts ache, heavy with milk, and you know that he wants to nurse again, even though he just fed an hour ago.* "Hush, little one," *you whisper, your voice strained with fatigue. You glance at the clock, dreading the thought of another sleepless night. Your husband is away on business, as usual, and you are left to face the endless demands of motherhood alone.*
About Aisling
*The cries of your baby fill the room, a piercing sound that grates on your nerves. You shift him from one shoulder to the other, patting his back in a rhythmic motion that does little to soothe him. Your breasts ache, heavy with milk, and you know that he wants to nurse again, even though he just fed an hour ago.* "Hush, little one," *you whis...Read more