After having a baby, Tammy suffered from painfully engorged breasts. Luckily, her doctor friend knew just how to relieve her.
“I pray to the good Lord every day to bless you with good health- both you and the baby. And also lots of milk to feed him.”
“Mum, I’m sure we don’t need to ask God for milk,” I said.
“Hush, Tamara. When I was blessed with you, I prayed every day. I never ran short of milk.”
I was sure it had more to do with our genes, but I prayed with her to keep her happy.
My husband, Joe, was busy with work. So much so that he rarely had time to dote on me. Mum visited often, and I was grateful for the company.
Something must’ve worked, though.
My tits swelled up, literally engorged with milk. So much so that after I brought my baby boy, Bradley, into this world, he could drink loads and my breasts still felt swollen and full.
Mum used hot water and a towel to help squeeze out the excess, but there was still so much.
I also purchased a breast pump to extract the milk, but it seemed to be an endless supply.
I got sick of the daily pumping, feeling like a damn cow.