The missing part of the equation? Apparently a bath. Becoming increasingly desperate in my attempts for The Empress Josephine to nurse, I swaddled her tightly in a fleece blanket, and went for a dip with her in my parent's giant tub. Relaxed, comfortable, wet and warm, she decided that nursing was the thing for her. I could not believe it. I still kind of can't. For four days we did the same thing, and then tried her out if the tub. Success was ours!! I'm ecstatic, overjoyed, humbled, thrilled.
At our two month appointment, our pediatrician told us that Josephine's difficulty with breastfeeding was a personality issue rather than a neurological or developmental problem. Ha, ha, I thought, what a long road I have yet to travel with this child. So I decided to play the game a little differently. Our first experiment in the tub was a week ago, and like chapter 25 in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, a bath was the missing clue. Josephine even smiled. Yesterday she breastfed exclusively. I haven't told anyone in fear that it would somehow jinx our good fortune, but I think she's hooked. She's still not a big eater like her sister, she's more the "eat to live" rather than "live to eat" sort.
Parenting lesson for this week: sometimes it's not a test of wills, sometimes you have to play them at their own game and beat them at it.