"Milk?"
"Yeah. I'm going off on a work trip to India for three days, and I don't have enough milk."
I looked at N. Was she really saying what I THINK she was saying?
Thank god I didn't go ahead and say something stupid like, "Have you tried the corner shop?"
'Coz yup, she was asking me for my breastmilk.
Was this kind of thing okay in Europe?
She's even suggested once that The Boy was so well-behaved I could leave him with her anytime that N and I wanted to have an evening to ourselves, and now that she had a brand new little daughter and enough milk to feed a village, she could even feed The Boy, and I wouldn't have to worry about it.
I guess I'd be really worried if another person offered to feed my own baby when I was well and perfectly available, and especially now with the advent of powder milk which can be "just like the original".
Anyway, so I ended up lending her my breastpump, and I don't think I'll be able to use it again. There go my 200 dollars down another woman's tits.
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