Last night after posting, I went to get ready for bed... and all I could smell was sour milk... "oh joy..." I said outloud, though I was alone. The joy of nursing a (not-so)newborn...
and then it hit me...
the joy of sour milk.
Dear friends of ours lost their tiny baby girl just a few months ago. She fell asleep with her tummy full of her mummy's milk, but she never woke up. I cannot imagine such agony...
and so I will celebrate the perfume of my motherhood: eau de lait aigre. Sour milk.
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