My boobs weren’t smart enough to breastfeed

Crying twinniesThese are the two little faces of my now three year old twins when they were but five weeks young. Two little faces balled up, red as beets and screaming. The two little faces that met me in our darkened bedroom at 1am. Or 3am. Or 6am. Or all of them. Because, babies. Hungry.

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