““As Tim held the baby, I rested my head back on the pillow; I was too tired to hold it together much longer. “How’s she eating?” Tim asked. A funny question. He seemed genuinely interested. “Pretty good,” I said, squirming a little bit at the subject matter. “I think she’ll catch on after a while.” Catch on? Latch on? I was so confused. “You’re feeding her your own milk, right?” Tim asked awkwardly. Feeding her your own milk? Oh dear. “Um, yes…,” I answered. “I’m br…I’m breast-feeding.” Tim, could you please go now? Then he let me have it. “You know, you need to be careful not to get a sour bag.” I sat there, staring blankly ahead. Little did I know it was but one of the many times my brother-in-law would draw a parallel between me and livestock.””
