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I lay on my bed the other morning, sprawled out like a Greek woman in one of those old-fashioned paintings while my daughter popped on for a feed and off for a play with whichever toy had taken her fancy that day, then back on for a nibble again. It dawned on me how strange it was that it didn’t feel strange at all.
It lead me to thinking about breastfeeding, and to all the things I hadn’t known at the start â€“ things that may really have been quite helpful. Here are a few to get you started.