I remember looking at myself in the mirror and not believing the breasts I saw were actually mine. I was one week postpartum and engorgement doesn't begin to describe what was taking place in my body. I had begun to run a fever so a trip to the midwife was in order. As I sat on the exam table, I remember the words she spoke as if it were yesterday, “Why don't you nurse the baby a bit to relieve some of the pressure?” “I just finished nursing her. This is with the pressure relieved.” I was given the standard bottle of antibiotics and sent home with instructions to take Tylenol and warm showers for the pain. Twenty years and seven … [Read more...]