On top of it all these breastfeeding struggles, not to mention, the daily monotony of feeding, pumping, cleaning, Lennox always fussed at my breast. I would say 6 out of the 12 feeds I would give him during his newborn stage, he would flail around at my breast. I remember everyone looking at me as if I had NO idea what in the world I was doing. I would get so damn frustrated that I would give up and give him a bottle of breastmilk hoping that would send him straight off into dreamland. Not that case at all.