Just 48 hours after my C-section, I was taking my dog Rusty out for a walk, proud as punch with my newborn, eagerly feeding, snuggled inside my partially zipped-up hoodie.
It was a beautiful August morning. I’d been living in the clouds for two days, freshly discharged from hospital with my beautiful baby boy.
Nothing could bring me down to earth… or so I thought. Eager to start building a relationship between my dog, Rusty, and newborn son, I decided that their first meeting should be in a neutral place.
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