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Baby Food
If breast is best, why are women bottling their milk?
byJill LeporeJanuary 19, 2009Mid-nineteenth-century America was gripped by a cult of motherhood. Then, a few decades later, many women refused to nurse.
There are some new rules
governing what used to be called “mother’s milk,” or “breast milk,”
including one about what to call it when it’s no longer in a mother’s
breast. A term, then, nomenclatural: “expressed human milk” is milk that
has been pressed, squeezed, or sucked out of a woman’s breast by hand
or by machine and stored in a bottle or, for freezing, in a plastic bag
secured with a twist tie. Matters, regulatory: Can a woman carry
containers of her own milk on an airplane? Before the summer of 2007,
not more than three ounces, because the Transportation Security
Administration classed human milk with shampoo, toothpaste, and
Gatorade, until a Minneapolis woman heading home after a business trip
was reduced to tears when a security guard at LaGuardia poured a two-day
supply of her milk into a garbage bin. Dr. Ruth Lawrence, of the
breast-feeding committee of the American Academy of Pediatrics, promptly
told the press, “She needs every drop of that precious golden fluid for
her baby”; lactivists, who often stage “nurse-ins,” sent petitions; and
the T.S.A. eventually reclassified human milk as “liquid medication.”
Can a woman sell her milk on eBay? It has been done, and, so far, with
no more consequence than the opprobrium of the blogosphere, at least
until the F.D.A. decides to tackle this one. The Centers for Disease
Control and Prevention, however, does provide a fact sheet on “What to
Do If an Infant or Child Is Mistakenly Fed Another Woman’s Expressed
Breast Milk,” which can happen at day-care centers where fridges are
full of bags of milk, labelled in smudgeable ink. (The C.D.C. advises
that a switch “should be treated just as if an accidental exposure to
other bodily fluids had occurred.”) During a nine-hour exam, can a woman
take a break to express the milk uncomfortably filling her breasts? No,
because the Americans with Disabilities Act does not consider lactation
to be a disability. Can a human-milk bank pay a woman for her milk?
(Milk banks provide hospitals with pasteurized human milk.) No, because
doing so would violate the ethical standards of the Human Milk Banking
Association of North America. If a nursing woman drinks to excess—some
alcohol flows from the bloodstream into the mammary glands—can she be
charged with child abuse? Hasn’t happened yet, but there’s been talk.
Meanwhile, women who are worried can test a few drops with a product
called milkscreen; if the alcohol level is too high, you’re supposed to
wait and test again, but the temptation is: pump and dump.
An
observation, historical: all this is so new that people are making up
the rules as they go along. Before the nineteen-nineties, electric
breast pumps, sophisticated pieces of medical equipment, were generally
available only in hospitals, where they are used to express milk from
women with inverted nipples and from mothers of infants too weak and
tiny to suck. Today, breast pumps are such a ubiquitous personal
accessory that they’re more like cell phones than like catheters. Last
July, Stephen Colbert hooked up to a breast pump on “The Colbert
Report.” In August, the Republican Vice-Presidential nominee, Sarah
Palin, told People that she has often found herself having to “put down the BlackBerries and pick up the breast pump.” Pumps, in short, abound.
A
treatise, mercantile: Medela, a Swiss company that has long been a
breast-pump industry leader, introduced its first non-hospital,
electric-powered, vacuum-operated breast pump in the United States in
1991; five years later it launched the swank Pump In Style. Since then,
its sales have quadrupled. The traffic in pumps is brisk, although
accurate sales figures are hard to come by, not least because many
people buy the top-of-the-line models secondhand. (Manufacturers argue
that if you wouldn’t buy a used toothbrush you shouldn’t buy a used
breast pump, but a toothbrush doesn’t cost three hundred dollars.) Then,
there’s the swag. “Baby-friendly” maternity wards that used to send new
mothers home with free samples of infant formula now give out manual
pumps: plastic, one-breast-at-a-time gizmos that work like a cross
between a straw and a bicycle pump. Wal-Mart sells an Evenflo electric
pump for less than forty dollars. Philips makes one “featuring new iQ
Technology”; the pitch is: the pump’s memory chip makes it smart, but
the name also plays on dubious claims that human milk raises I.Q.
scores. State-of-the-art pumps whose motors, tubes, and freeze packs are
wedged into bags disguised to look like black leather Fendi briefcases
and Gucci backpacks are a must-have at baby showers; the Medela Pump In
Style Advanced Metro model—“the C.E.O. of breast pumps”—costs $329.99 at
Target. Medela also sells Pump & Save storage bags and breast
shields. (The shield is the plastic part of the contraption that fits
over the breast; it looks like a horn of plenty.) Medela’s no-hands
model can be powered by your car’s cigarette lighter. Strenuous
motherhood is de rigueur. Duck into the ladies’ room at a conference of,
say, professors and chances are you’ll find a flock of women with
matching “briefcases,” waiting, none too patiently and, trust me, more
than a little sheepishly, for a turn with the electric outlet. Pumps
come with plastic sleeves, like the sleeves in a man’s wallet, into
which a mother is supposed to slip a photograph of her baby, because,
Pavlov-like, looking at the picture aids “let-down,” the release of milk
normally triggered by the presence of the baby, its touch, its cry.
Staring at that picture when your baby is miles away, well, it can make
you cry, too. Pumping is no fun—whether it’s more boring or more
lonesome I find hard to say—but it has recently become so common that
even some women who are home with their babies all day long express
their milk and feed it in a bottle. Behind closed doors, the nation
begins to look like a giant human dairy farm.
This makes it all
the more worrying that the evolving rules governing human milk,
including the proposed Breastfeeding Promotion Act of 2007, look a
muddle. They indulge in a nomenclatural sleight of hand, conflating
“breastfeeding” and “feeding human milk.” They are purblind, unwilling
to eye whether it’s his mother or her milk that matters more to a baby.
They suffer from a category error. Is human milk an elixir, a commodity,
a right? The question is, at heart, taxonomical. And it has been asked
before.
In 1735, when the Swedish naturalist Carl Linnaeus first sorted out the animal kingdom, he classed humans in a category called Quadrupedia: four-footed beasts. Even those of Linnaeus’s contemporaries who
conceded the animality of man averred that people have two feet, not
four. Ah, but hands are just feet that can grip, Linnaeus countered.
This proved unpersuasive. By 1758, in a process that the Stanford
historian of science Londa Schiebinger has reconstructed, Linnaeus had
abandoned Quadrupedia in favor of a word that he made up, Mammalia: animals with milk-producing nipples. (The Latin root, mamma, meaning breast, teat, or udder, is closely related to the onomatopoeic mama—“mother”—thought
to derive from the sound that a baby makes while suckling.) As
categories go, “mammal” is an improvement over “quadruped,” especially
if you’re thinking about what we have in common with whales. But, for a
while, at least, it was deemed scandalously erotic. (Linnaeus’s
classification of plants based on their reproductive organs, stamens and
pistils, fell prey to a similar attack. “Loathsome harlotry,” one
botanist called it.) More important, the name falls something short of
capacious: only female mammals lactate; males, strictly speaking, are
not mammals. Plenty of other features distinguish mammals from
Linnaeus’s five other animal classes—birds, amphibians, fish, insects,
and worms. (Tetracoilia, animals with a four-chambered heart,
proposed by a contemporary of Linnaeus’s, the Scottish surgeon John
Hunter, was at least as good an idea.) Linnaeus had his reasons.
Naysayers might doubt that humans are essentially four-footed (whether
on scriptural or arithmetic grounds), but no man born of woman, he
figured, would dare deny that he was nourished by mother’s milk.
Then, too, while Linnaeus was revising his “Systema Naturae” from the twelve-page pamphlet that he published in 1735 to the two-thousand-page opus of 1758—and abandoning Quadrupedia in favor of Mammalia—his
wife was, not irrelevantly, lactating. Between 1741 and 1757, she bore
and nursed seven children. Her husband, meanwhile, lectured and
campaigned against the widespread custom of wet-nursing. The practice is
ancient; contracts for wet nurses have been found on scrolls in
Babylonia. A very small number of women can’t breast-feed, and wet
nurses also save the lives of infants whose mothers die in childbirth.
But, in Linnaeus’s time, extraordinary numbers of European mothers—as
many as ninety per cent of Parisian women—refused to breast-feed their
babies and hired servants to do the work. In 1752, Linnaeus wrote a
treatise entitled “Step Nurse,” declaring wet-nursing a crime against
nature. Even the fiercest beasts nurse their young, with the utmost
tenderness; surely women who resisted their mammalian destiny were to be
ranked as lowlier than the lowliest brute.
Enlightenment doctors,
philosophers, and legislators agreed: women should nurse their
children. In “mile” (1762), Rousseau prophesied, “When mothers deign to
nurse their own children, then morals will reform themselves.”
(Voltaire had a quibble or two about Rousseau’s own morals: the author
of “mile” had abandoned his five illegitimate children at birth,
depositing them at a foundling hospital.) “There is no nurse like a
mother,” Benjamin Franklin wrote in 1785, after discovering an
infant-mortality rate of eighty-five per cent at the foundling hospital
in Paris that relied on wet nurses (the hospital where Rousseau’s
children all but certainly died), a discovery that explains why
Franklin, in his autobiography, went to the trouble of remarking of his
own mother, “She suckled all her 10 Children.” But wet nurses were not
nearly as common in Colonial America as they were in eighteenth-century
Europe. “Suckle your Infant your Self if you can,” Cotton Mather
commanded from the pulpit. Puritans found milk divine: even the Good
Book gave suck. “Spiritual Milk for Boston Babes, Drawn Out of the
Breasts of Both Testaments” was the title of a popular catechism. By the
end of the eighteenth century, breast-feeding had come to seem an act
of citizenship. Mary Wollstonecraft, in her “Vindication of the Rights
of Woman” (1792), scoffed that a mother who “neither suckles nor
educates her children, scarcely deserves the name of a wife, and has no
right to that of a citizen.” The following year, the French National
Convention ruled that women who employed wet nurses could not apply for
state aid; not long afterward, Prussia made breast-feeding a legal
requirement.
There was also a soppy side to the Age of Reason. In
1794, Erasmus Darwin offered in “Zoonomia; or The Laws of Organic Life”
a good summary of the eighteenth century’s passionate attitude toward
the milky breast:
When
the babe, soon after it is born into this cold world, is applied to its
mother’s bosom; its sense of perceiving warmth is first agreeably
affected; next its sense of smell is delighted with the odour of her
milk; then its taste is gratified by the flavour of it; afterwards the
appetites of hunger and of thirst afford pleasure by the possession of
their objects, and by the subsequent digestion of the aliment; and,
lastly, the sense of touch is delighted by the softness and smoothness
of the milky fountain, the source of such variety and happiness.
A
half century later, across the Atlantic, this kind of thing had turned
into a cult of motherhood, abundantly illustrated in daguerreotypes from
the eighteen-fifties that showed babies suckling beneath the unbuttoned
bodices of prim, sober American matrons, looking half Emily Dickinson,
half Leonardo’s “Madonna and Child.”
Then, bizarrely, American
women ran out of milk. “Every physician is becoming convinced that the
number of mothers able to nurse their own children is decreasing,” one
doctor wrote in 1887. Another reported that there was “something wrong
with the mammary glands of the mothers in this country.” It is no mere
coincidence that this happened just when the first artificial infant
foods were becoming commercially available. Cows were proclaimed the new
“wet nurse for the human race,” as the historian Adrienne Berney has
pointed out in a study of the “maternal breast.” Tragically, many babies
fed on modified cow’s milk died. But blaming those deaths on a
nefarious alliance of doctors and infant-food manufacturers, as has
become commonplace, seems both unfair and unduly influenced by later
twentieth-century scandals (most infamously, Nestlé’s deadly peddling of
infant formula in Africa and elsewhere, which led, in 1981, to the
landmark International Code for Marketing Breastmilk Substitutes). In
the United States, nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century physicians,
far from pressing formula on their patients, told women that they ought
to breast-feed. Many women, however, refused. They insisted that they
lacked for milk, mammals no more.
In 1871,
Erasmus Darwin’s grandson Charles published “Descent of Man,” in which
he speculated that the anomalous occurrence in humans of extra nipples
represented a reversion to an earlier stage of evolution. If our
ancestors once suckled litters of four or six, and if—as was
supposed—men had nipples because male mammals once produced milk, maybe
women, too, were evolving out of the whole business. In 1904, one
Chicago pediatrician argued that “the nursing function is destined
gradually to disappear.” Gilded Age American women were so refined, so
civilized, so delicate. How could they suckle like a barnyard animal?
(By the turn of the century, the cow’s udder, or, more often, its head,
had replaced the female human breast as the icon of milk.) Behind this
question lay another: how could a white woman nurse a baby the way a
black woman did? (Generations of black women, slave and free alike, not
only nursed their own infants but also served as wet nurses to white
babies.) Racial theorists ran microscopic tests of human milk: the
whiter the mother, chemists claimed, the less nutritious her milk. On
downy white breasts, rosy-red nipples had become all but vestigial. It
was hardly surprising, then, that well-heeled women told their doctors
that they had insufficient milk. By the nineteen-tens, a study of a
thousand Boston women reported that ninety per cent of the poor mothers
breast-fed, while only seventeen per cent of the wealthy mothers did.
(Just about the opposite of the situation today.) Doctors, pointing out
that evolution doesn’t happen so fast, tried to persuade these Brahmins
to breast-feed, but by then it was too late.
The American
epidemic of lactation failure depended, too, on the evolving design of
baby bottles: so sleek, so clean, so scientific, so modern. The first
U.S. patent for a baby bottle was issued in 1841; the device, shaped
like a breast, could be held close to a mother’s chest, almost like a
prosthetic. Year by year, bottles became less like breasts. The familial
cylindrical bottle, called the Stork Nurser, dates from 1910 and is
tied to the rise of the stork myth: milk comes from the milkman; babies
come from storks. Perversely, Freud’s insistence that infants experience
suckling as sexual pleasure proved a boon to stork-style repression,
too: mothers, eager to keep infantile incestuous desire at arm’s length,
propped their babies up in high chairs and handed them bottles.
Meanwhile,
more and more women were giving birth in hospitals, which meant that,
for the first time in human history, infants born prematurely, or very
small, had a chance of survival—if only there were enough milk and a way
to get it into the belly of a baby that was too tiny to suck at the
breast.
In 1910, a Boston doctor, Fritz Talbot,
spent three days searching for a wet nurse. He failed. Exasperated,
Talbot established a placement service, the Boston Wet Nurse Directory.
Across town, Francis Parkman Denny, caring for a sick baby, asked a
neighbor to hand-express her milk for him. When the infant improved
after drinking just three ounces, Denny, a bacteriologist, became
convinced of the “bactericidal power” of human milk. The year after
Talbot started his Wet Nurse Directory, Denny opened the first
human-milk bank in the United States, collecting milk from donors using a
breast pump whose design was inspired by bovine milking machines.
(Milking machines are still cited in breast-pump patents; mechanically,
Medela’s Pump In Style has much in common with DairyMaster’s Swiftflo.)
Denny’s plan worked better: families who needed and could afford human
milk did not generally like having poor women live with them; they
preferred to have the milk delivered in bottles. Talbot stopped placing
wet nurses and instead began distributing their milk; he renamed his
agency the Directory of Mother’s Milk.
Once milk banks replaced
wet nurses, human milk came to be treated, more and more, as a medicine,
something to be prescribed and researched, tested and measured in
flasks and beakers. Denny’s bottled, epidemiological model prevailed.
Laboratory-made formulas improved, and aggressive marketing of processed
infant food—not just bottles of formula but jars of mush and all manner
of needless pap—grew to something between badgering and downright
coercion. By the middle of the twentieth century, the majority of
American women were feeding their babies formula. But, all the while,
Erasmus Darwin’s rhapsodic view of the milky breast endured. “With his
small head pillowed against your breast and your milk warming his
insides, your baby knows a special closeness to you,” advised “The
Womanly Art of Breastfeeding,” originally published by La Leche League
in 1958, just two years after the league’s first meeting. “He is gaining
a firm foundation in an important area of life—he is learning about
love.” In the nineteen-sixties, nursing as a mammalian love-in began
making a comeback, at least among wealthier women. (A brief history of
food: when the rich eat white bread and buy formula, the poor eat brown
bread and breast-feed; then they trade places.) In the decades since,
the womanly art of breast-feeding has yielded, slowly but surely, to the
medical science of human milk.
In 1997, the American Academy of
Pediatrics issued a policy statement on “Breastfeeding and the Use of
Human Milk,” declaring human milk to be “species-specific” and
recommending it as the exclusive food for the first six months of a
baby’s life, to be followed by a mixed diet of solid foods and human
milk until at least the end of the first year. In that statement, and in
a subsequent revision, the A.A.P. cited research linking breast-feeding
to the reduced incidence and severity of, among other things, bacterial
meningitis, diarrhea, respiratory-tract infection, ear infection,
urinary-tract infection, sudden-infant-death syndrome, diabetes
mellitus, lymphoma, leukemia, Hodgkin’s disease, obesity, and asthma.
The benefits of breast-feeding are unrivalled; breast-feeding rates in
the United States are low; the combination makes for a public-health
dilemma. In 2000, the Department of Health and Human Services announced
its goal of increasing the proportion of mothers who breast-feed their
babies “at initiation” (i.e., before they leave the hospital) from a
1998 baseline of sixty-four per cent to a 2010 target of seventy-five
per cent; until the age of six months, from twenty-nine per cent to
fifty per cent; at one year, from sixteen per cent to twenty-five per
cent. (The same targets were announced in 1990; they were not reached.)
Attempts to improve initiation rates have met with much, if spotty,
success. The Rush University Medical Center, in Chicago, which runs a
peer-counselling program called the Mother’s Milk Club, has achieved an
astonishing initiation rate of ninety-five per cent; nationally, the
rate is not quite seventy-five per cent. More difficult has been raising
the rates at six and twelve months. The C.D.C., which issues an annual
Breastfeeding Report Card, has announced that for babies born in 2005
the rate of exclusive breast-feeding at six months was only twelve per
cent (although the rate of some breast-feeding at six months had risen to forty-three per cent).
One
big reason so many women stop breast-feeding is that more than half of
mothers of infants under six months old go to work. The 1993 Family and
Medical Leave Act guarantees only twelve weeks of (unpaid) maternity
leave and, in marked contrast to established practice in other
industrial nations, neither the government nor the typical employer
offers much more. To follow a doctor’s orders, a woman who returns to
work twelve weeks after childbirth has to find a way to feed her baby
her own milk for another nine months. The nation suffers, in short, from
a Human Milk Gap.
There are three ways to bridge that gap:
longer maternity leaves, on-site infant child care, and pumps. Much
effort has been spent implementing option No. 3, the cheap way out.
Medela distributes pumps in more than ninety countries, but its biggest
market, by far, is the United States, where maternity leaves are so
stinting that many women—blue-, pink-, and white-collar alike—return to
work just weeks after giving birth. (Breasts supply milk in response to
demand; if a woman is unable to put her baby to her breast regularly,
she will stop producing milk regularly. Expressing not only provides
milk to be stored for times when she is away; it also makes it possible
for a working woman to keep nursing her baby at night and on weekends.)
In 1998, Congress authorized states to use food-stamp funds granted to
the U.S.D.A.’s Special Supplemental Nutrition Program for Women,
Infants, and Children (WIC) to buy or
rent breast pumps for eligible mothers. Breast-feeding rates rise with
maternal age, education, and income. Medela offers a Corporate Lactation
Program, free advice for employers seeking to reduce absenteeism and
health-insurance costs by establishing “Mother’s Rooms,” equipped,
ideally, with super-duper electric pumps, because “breastpumps with
double-pumping options save time and can even help increase a mother’s
milk supply.” The loss of productivity, Medela promises, is slight: “If
each employee uses safe, effective, autocycling breastpumps, each visit
to the Mother’s Room should last no longer than 10 to 15 minutes.”
Even
more intensive has been the energy directed toward legislative reform.
Many states have recently passed laws about breast-feeding, having to do
with option No. 3. Must companies supply employees with refrigerators
to store milk expressed during the workday? Twenty-one states, along
with Puerto Rico and the District of Columbia, require employers to make
a “reasonable effort” to accommodate nursing mothers and their bottled
milk, although these laws are, generally, toothless. As a rule, the
posher the employer, the plusher the pump station. Traders at Goldman
Sachs can use an online booking service to reserve time in dedicated
lactation rooms, equipped with pumps and chairs; baristas at Starbucks
are left to line up to use the customers’ loo. In 2007, Oregon became
the first state to pass a law requiring companies with more than
twenty-five employees to provide “non-bathroom” lactation rooms. (A
national media campaign asks, reasonably enough, if you wouldn’t make
your kid a sandwich in a public rest room, why would you expect a woman
to bottle her baby’s milk in one?) Virginia and Maryland recently joined
twenty-three other states and the Virgin Islands in exempting women who
expose their breasts while suckling infants from indecency laws.
Whether pumping in public is obscene has not yet been tested—honestly,
who would want to?—but, what with all these lactation rooms, maybe that
won’t come up.
More rules are under consideration. Can a woman or
her employer get a tax break for producing or storing milk? Maryland
exempts breast pumps from its sales tax, but a congressional
sub-committee is still mulling over the Breastfeeding Promotion Act. The
goals of the bill are to add the word “lactation”—defined as “the
feeding of a child directly from the breast or the expressing of milk
from the breast”—to the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and to allow a tax
credit of up to ten thousand dollars per year to companies that provide
their employees with pumps or pump rooms. A better title for the
proposed legislation might be the Breast Pump Promotion Act.
The
cynical politics of pump promotion would seem, at first, to be obvious.
Breast pumps can be useful, even indispensable and, in some cases,
lifesaving. But a thing doesn’t have to be underhanded to feel
cold-blooded. Non-bathroom lactation rooms are such a paltry substitute
for maternity leave, you might think that the craze for pumps—especially
pressing them on poor women while giving tax breaks to big
businesses—would be met with skepticism in some quarters. Not so. The
National Organization for Women wants more pumps at work: NOW’s
president, Kim Gandy, complains that “only one-third of
mega-corporations provide a safe and private location for women to pump
breast milk for their babies.” (When did “women’s rights” turn into “the
right to work”?) The stark difference between employer-sponsored
lactation programs and flesh-and-blood family life is difficult to
overstate. Pumps put milk into bottles, even though many of
breast-feeding’s benefits to the baby, and all of its social and
emotional benefits, come not from the liquid itself but from the smiling
and cuddling (stuff that people who aren’t breast-feeding can give
babies, too). Breast-feeding involves cradling your baby; pumping
involves cupping plastic shields on your breasts and watching your
nipples squirt milk down a tube. But this truth isn’t just rarely
overstated; it’s rarely stated at all. In 2004, when Playtex débuted a
breast pump called the Embrace, no one bothered to point out that
something you plug into a wall socket is a far cry from a whisper and a
kiss. Rhode Island’s Physicians’ Committee for Breastfeeding gives an
annual award for the most “Breastfeeding-Friendly Workplace,” a merit
measured, in the main, by the comforts provided in pumping rooms, like
the gold-medal winner’s “soothing room,” equipped with “a sink, a lock
on the door, and literature.” It appears no longer within the realm of
the imaginable that, instead of running water and a stack of magazines,
“breastfeeding-friendly” could mean making it possible for women and
their babies to be together. Some lactation rooms even make a point of
banning infants and toddlers, lest mothers smuggle them in for a quick
nip. At the University of Minnesota, staff with keys can pump their milk
at the Expression Connection, but the sign on the door warns: “This
room is not intended for mothers who need a space to nurse their
babies.”
Lately, some WIC officers
have begun to worry that pump promotion might be backfiring, having
“the unintended effect of discouraging breastfeeding.” But such cautions
have hardly stopped the anti-formula fire and brimstone. Between 2004
and 2006, a National Breastfeeding Awareness Campaign included TV ads
that likened a mother feeding her baby formula to a pregnant woman
riding a mechanical bull: “You’d never take risks before your baby is
born. Why start after?” No one seems especially worried about women
whose risk assessment looks like this: “Should I take three
twenty-minute pumping ‘breaks’ during my workday, or use formula and get
home to my baby an hour earlier?”
Pumps can be handy; they’re
also a handy way to avoid privately agonizing and publicly unpalatable
questions: is it the mother, or her milk, that matters more to the baby?
Gadgets are one of the few ways to “promote breast-feeding” while
avoiding harder—and divisive and more stubborn—social and economic
issues. Is milk medicine? Is suckling love? Taxonomical questions are
tricky. Meanwhile, mamma ex machina. Medela’s newest models offer
breakthrough “2-Phase Expression” technology: phase one “simulates the
baby’s initial rapid suckling to initiate faster milk flow”; phase two
“simulates the baby’s slower, deeper suckling for maximum milk flow in
less time.” These newest machines, the company promises, “work less like
a pump and more like a baby.” More like a baby? Holy cow. We are become
our own wet nurses.