The Birth of Insufficiency My milk came in hard and fast, my breasts ballooning into solid porn-star frankensteins, blue veins sticking out all over. I had to pump before I could nurse, because a newborn can’t latch on to a cantaloupe, however warm and milk-scented it may be. I slept on towels and woke up soaked in sour.
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The Birth of Insufficiency
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The Birth of Insufficiency My milk came in hard and fast, my breasts ballooning into solid porn-star frankensteins, blue veins sticking out all over. I had to pump before I could nurse, because a newborn can’t latch on to a cantaloupe, however warm and milk-scented it may be. I slept on towels and woke up soaked in sour.