What the Amish Taught Me About Breastfeeding My Baby


When I was pregnant with my first child, I had a recurring dream. I was nursing a baby–in an icy parking lot, at a dinner party in the bedroom where the coats were piled on a bed, lost in the desert. I would nurse a baby at one breast, put her to the other, and there would be no milk. Sometimes the baby wailed with… »3/24/15 6:01pm3/24/15 6:01pm