Finding a Mentor
When I had my first child, I had no clue what I was doing. My parents were serving as missionaries in Albania at the time, and email was new on the scene at that time. So Skype wasn’t an option. While I read some books and knew a few women at my church, I didn’t feel close enough to ask practical newborn questions. For fear my son would experience nipple confusion, my husband and I didn’t bring a pacifier to the hospital. Of course after he was born all he wanted to do was suck on something. My husband let him use his pinkie finger to keep him content. I …
