So do you take any responsibility for this death? Because you should! You know what’s not told to us mothers by health professionals and lactation consultants? We aren’t told how to eliminate the rare risk of contamination. It’s pretty simple too. Boil water, cool to 160 F and then mix. But no we’re only told to fucking breastfeed. But some of us can’t or don’t want to but we’ren not supported. I went home without anyone even acknowledging I didn’t make enough. I was only allowed to supplement because of low blood sugar. No lactation consultant was there to help me minimize formula feeding risks, just there to teach me the football hold.
At length you reach a cemetery. We all know how deeply the Turks respect the graves of the dead — how they visit them and never permit them to be disturbed, as we do in Europe, after any number of years. In the abstract this is very grand, and when we imagine to ourselves a beautiful cypress grove with tall white monumental stones, and green grass beneath, it presents a stately and solemn picture. Now contemplate it in the reality. The monuments are overthrown, dilapidated, or awry — several roughly paved streets intersect the space — here sheep are feeding — there donkeys are waiting — here geese are cackling — there cocks are crowing — in one part of the ground linen is drying — in another carpenters are planing — from one corner a troop of camels defile — from another a funeral procession approaches — children are playing — dogs rolling — every kind of the most unconcerned business going on.