I have given up asking for formula. He says it’s expensive, and it never goes on sale. I keep trying to get her to breastfeed. C’mon, baby. We can do this. I start praying that my mom makes my little baby a fighter. After hours and hours she finally latches on and doesn’t let go. She’s drinking, and I know she’s going to make it. Someday I’m going to have a lot to explain to her.
