“Andava latte, Elisabetta? Non andava latte, pe qui…”
The words, in Italian dialect, mean “Do you have any milk? I don’t think there’s any milk in there.” They’re spoken by my mother-in-law, her face hovering inches from my breast, asking this question for the hundredth time as I nurse my son, her first and only grandchild. It is time to take a stand. I calmly look up, remove the nipple from Alessandro’s mouth with a wet spluck, and squirt milk into the middle of the room. “OK, Elisabetta, OK!” She hurries away, her hands in the air.
Link to full article written for Mothering Magazine