Nursing M these days is feeling more like nursing a windshield wiper than a baby. At our 4:30 AM feeding last night, when she should have been as exhausted as me, she switched sides eleven times. Before I had my letdown. After the letdown, she switched eight more times. All in 14 minutes.

Refusing to facilitate the side-switching results in leg flailing, whining, and the refusal to latch on. So I set my arm control to a moderate delay, and let the windshield wiping begin. I was just glad when the sprayers finally started working.