Sore nipples. It was winter, January. There was snow on the ground. One of the dogs, Bongo, had to have his cast off as he had a broken foot (another story). A friend was coming to lunch. The old car decided that this was the day to take to its deathbed. David came home frozen after trying to sort out the dog and the car. My nipples were sore and the baby hungry. I was the sole solution for the hunger. I had to overcome the pain and feed the babe. I still remember the pain, I still remember the toothless grin looking up at me as Matthew took a rest from his guzzling. I still remember Matthew though he is no more. A mother does not forget her baby.
God remembers each one of us more than that.
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