When my son was 1 year old, my god-daughter was born and we went to visit her and her mother in the hospital. She was clearly hungry and her mother was in a lot of pain. Since I was still nursing, I offered to feed my god-daughter. At first her mother looked at me in horror. Then, she softened up (knowing that her nipples couldn’t take it) and gratefully said “yes”. On 2 occasions I had the privilege of nursing my tiny 7lb, 1 week old god-daughter. Needless to say it was a totally different experience than nursing my 33lb, robust one year old son – I wish I could have nursed more children. The experience was one of love, that I will forever cherish. Clearly I was a wet nurse in another life.