The life of a cow

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I spilled six ounces of breastmilk the other day. If you know, you know: that particular feeling of devastation. According to my mother, my grandmother (born in 1907) used to refer to nursing her children as ‘the life of a cow’. I think about that a lot. Once, during the months that I was nursing B, we went on a day trip to a farm where among other fun …