![]() How many potential friends have you scared away as I openly breastfed my 2-year-old in the library, the grocery store, that fancy kosher sushi restaurant in Jerusalem? How many sleepless nights have you brought me while a little one (more often three) curled into me, kicking me in the face and peeing on my new sheets? The mouse hovers over the purchase button, ready to send those blessed books sailing on a cloud of magical stardust, through the virtual world, and into my sister’s expectant arms.ĭr. Sears, oh, Dr. Sears. ![]() I find “The Pregnancy Book” and the “The Baby Book” and put them both in my shopping cart. I see her clothed in a long white dress, a perfect pink infant wrapped close to her heart as she nurses her in a garden of roses. Thoughts of my sister as a beautiful, natural mother dance through my head as I search. I go online and find the Dr. Sears parenting books. So, I do what I do every time someone dear is about to become a mother. It’s what we’ve all been waiting for for years. ![]()
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