"Hush, hush! You will do yourself a mischief and it will be bad for the milk," said the nurse.
After that I tried to control myself. But I found a fierce and feverish delight in suckling my child. It seemed as if every drop my baby drew gave me a spiritual as well as a physical joy—cooling my blood and my brain and wiping out all my troubles.
Oh mystery of mysteries! Oh miracle of miracles!
My baby was at my breast and my sufferings were at an end.
EIGHTY-EIGHTH CHAPTER
That was a long, long day of happiness.
It was both very long and very short, for it passed like a dream.
What wonderful happenings were crowded into it!
First the nurse, from the dizzy heights of her greater experience and superior knowledge, indulged my infantile anxieties by allowing me to look on while baby was being bathed, and rewarded me for "being good" by many praises of my baby's beauty.