“She’s hungry,” Evelyn said, placing a steadying hand on my arm. “That’s how babies let us know what they need. Would you like to try feeding her? I think that it's going to be good for the two of you.”
“I- I don’t think I can,” I stammered, panic rising in my chest. “What if I do it the wrong way? What if I don't feed her enough? What if she's not fed…?”
“Easy…” Evelyn handed me a blanket and helped me drape it over my shoulder. “There’s nothing more natural than a mother feeding her child. Guide her to your breast. She’ll know what to do. It's their instinct, they know how to do it.”
Hesitantly, I followed her instructions. The moment Isla latched on, a strange mix of pain and warmth spread through me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched her feed, her tiny hands curling against
