A Mother's Intuition
by Asnat Shlit It was a Thursday evening. Noam had almost completely stopped wanting to nurse. All day I'd felt like I was pushing my breast into his mouth by force just to get him to feed. A feeling had been rising in me and settling in — something's wrong. This wasn't the loss of appetite that comes with an ordinary illness. It was a feeling that kept rising up and gnawing at me. At 11:00 p.m. I made up my mind and told my husband: we're taking Noam to be checked, now. My husband suggested we wait until morning and go to the pediatrician. But I was certain, the way I always am: No! We're going now! In the end we arrived at the emergency room at the Hospital. Ziv (my older son) had fallen asleep and stayed in the car with Avishalom. I walked into the ER with one complaint: "My baby isn't eating." The nurse asked me why I'd come, but I had no "proof" that anything was wrong — I only had my feelings. I answered him, "He isn't ...