Food was scarce during my stay at the hospital. Meals arrived around the time I nearly passed out from hunger! And this was after sleepless nights, when breastfeeding was depleting my energy and hormones were, well, making me mean. On my second day in the hospital, by the time breakfast arrived, I was in tears. If I had it to do over again, I'd have packed snacks to carry me from meal to meal. Crackers, fruit, a few sweet treats; anything would have been better than practically starving and being unable to leave my hospital room to stock up on reinforcements.