It all started out so innocently.
My sweet little baby girl, nestled all snugly in her bedside sleeper. She was so cute and tiny and cuddle-worthy. She was even adorable at every single middle-of-the-night feeding, when I would wake up, float across the hall to my designated and meticulously prepared nursing zone in my guest bedroom and settle in for a breastfeeding session. After pondering my good luck at being able to catch up on my middle-of-the-night sitcom-rerun-viewing, I’d feed, burp, and diaper change and then place this teeny morsel of delightful humanity back in her sleeper and prepare for another blissful 38 minutes of sleep before the next doctor-mandated, every-two-hours feeding.