The scene is a familiar one. A women in labour is lying in a hospital bed surrounded by masked men and women. Her forehead is sweating, machines are beeping, and she’s screaming at the top of her lungs, “I can’t do it! I can’t do it! It hurts! It hurts!” This is the way women give birth. Or do they?
At thirteen they were “too small,” at fifteen “too far apart,” and at eighteen “not perky enough.” Still, I was glad to have them. No doubt they turned a few heads, satisfied a few lovers, and probably got me a few jobs. But it wasn’t until I had babies in my twenties that I discovered just how marvelous breasts really are. Breastfeeding is a joy beyond measure!