Its 4 days since our Son was born at 16 weeks.

No-one told me that your milk could come in even at this gestation.

Today mine has started to come in. I hate to use the word horrified...but part of me is. The other part is proud that her, my body, works just as she should.

Since the birth, my breasts have been the hardest thing to look at. Their full-ness. Those veiny blue lines. The darkened nipples. All the signs of pregnancy. All the signs of a baby. And now there is milk.

All I want is to be able to latch a tiny little mouth to those nipples and nourish that baby with love and liquid gold.

What such a bittersweet moment this is.