This morning I was reading a Quora post (Quora is a guilty pleasure) about how to reapond to unwanted advice ro new parents. One conversation veered into stories about insisting on breastfeeding in the hospital. I contributed this response... but after rereading it I realized this is the first time I remembered this interaction in a long, long time.
I have always admired my mom, who in 1957 and 1960 insisted on nursing my elder sister and I. They kept new mothers in the hospital for a week and would only bring her baby to her on a schedule, bathed swaddled and asleep. I found out because when I brought my new born to her house (I wanted help and my dad couldn't travel) she immediately asked me to unwrap my son. She had never seen a day old baby! I learned a lot about her and about myself during this " newborn week."