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HOW TO SUCCEED IN BREASTFEEDING WITHOUT REALLY TRYING, Or Ten StePs to Laugh Your Way Through
W hen my oldest daughter was born, I developed mastitis.
At that time in Russia, where we lived, breast pumps did not
exist. The pain in my breasts was so excruciating, I couldn’t
even think about nursing my baby, but formula was not available.
It was a calamity. My husband surveyed the situation. Then, he
brought a bicycle pump and made a special connector that stuck
to my breast on the one side and to the hose on the other.
He went to the opposite side of the room (since the hose was
long, and the pump huge and heavy), and started to pump as
if my breast were a bicycle’s wheel – only the milk was going
out, not the air in. I screamed from pain, but in a few minutes
most of the milk was gone from my breast, and I was able to
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