As I clean the kitchen tonight, I had a yearning for my baby to take my nipple. It was flashbacks of the first two months when every problem is solved by a nipple. Then, I remember all the steps we tried to get breastfeeding to work. Or, the calluses caused be expressing milk while pumping. Remembering that in the end all that mattered was the sign of a growing baby; it makes the past almost comical.
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