If you'd told me two weeks in to Nora's life, when the only way she could latch was through silicon, and my breasts were lucky to exude more than a couple of ounces between them, that Nora would be coughing, spluttering, pulling her head back and revealing 4 huge fountains of foremilk jetting out I would have looked sceptical to say the least.
But there you go. Perseversance is king. Of course, she's a rubbish latcher and I still have to express after nearly every meal and give her the leftovers in the next one, but she's getting stronger - the hoover action will be working eventually. Look, the way I see it, this is my job for the moment. I spent 2 years seriously inconveniencing myself and knackering myself to get the MBA under my belt - the least I can do is spend equivalent effort on her instead of myself. I say this because various folk have recently looked at my with a bemused look in their eye and said outright "Wouldn't it be easier just to give her formula?". Yup, it sure would. Next question?
Anyway, we've now gone 2 days in a row without having to have one formula meal (to express that one and help enable "top ups" for the other meals during the day). It's a small but significant positive.