the window. Breast feeding was such a treat. Already, we both knew exactly what to do. He was hungry and my breasts were so ready for him. A contented feeling came over me as I sat holding him, looking out over the parking lots from the fourth floor. It was magic. The world seemed so right. My mother’s parting admonition came back to mind and I smiled. I looked at the end of the nursery cart in front of me. There was a large, computer generated, card with our credentials. I