Isabella’s POV
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A week later…
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“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry; mama is here…” I sang to Amelia to help her soothe, but nothing seemed to work.
At first, she didn’t cry, and I even had to wake her up so she could feed. She was a fantastic baby, but I haven’t known what happened to her since yesterday.
I can feel she is in pain, but every time I try to breastfeed her, she pushes my boob away and cries even harder.
“Waaaa,” she continued to cry.
What do I do? I already changed her diaper, tried to feed her, patted her back, and checked for colic. What else can I do?
“Tammie?” I asked in desperation; she had been awfully quiet.
“I dunno, perhaps she wants her daddy,” she suggested.
I scoffed, what a great f*****g advice.
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