Single father dating married woman
We were moved from Labor and Delivery into the Maternity Ward, and a nurse announced it was time to breastfeed.
But my son had his tongue up on the roof of his mouth, and he wouldn’t latch on.
When we’d been married just over a year, I got pregnant with our first child.
Morning sickness hit and we shifted into survival mode.
A lactation consultant was summoned, but she gave up after an hour. My husband put the do-not-disturb sign on the door and told me this was a mechanical problem.
He held the baby in position against my breast, and right away, our son latched on and started to nurse.
Romantic notions were set aside as I threw up day and night for five months straight.
My husband became the one to insist we spend time alone.When we’d been dating nine months, we chartered a sailboat in the Virgin Islands for a week.I was impressed by how calm he was steering the boat, and how patiently he showed me how to drop anchor.By Jan Ellison I met my husband in college, but our romantic involvement was limited to a secret crush and a half-remembered kiss in the dorm bathroom.We didn’t date until years later, when I was 26, and we ran into each other at a party in San Francisco. He spent time in the pool with my young cousins and my little sister, throwing them into the air and playing endless games of Marco Polo.