"Why isn't milk coming out?" Jane asked as she stared at her boobs disapprovingly. It had been exactly sixty-two hours since she gave birth, and she was still unable to breastfeed.
"I told you, it's normal. Most women take time before they can be able to breastfeed; just relax," Maria told her as she cradled her Godchild in her arms. She fed the little boy with a bottle filled with warm milk, and the little guy latched on to it for dear life. Maria had come to realize that he had an incredibly strong grip. She had heard that all babies had that, but his grip was abnormally strong. He held Maria's finger just a few minutes ago, and the donna legit thought she was about to get her finger snapped.
"It has been three days now; what if there is something wrong with me?" She said with a pout, and the donna looked away from the child in her arms and to her best friend. Maria took her time to actually take in Jane's features; what she saw tore her heart to pieces.
