Engorgement. There, I said it. It's not a pretty topic and it's painful too. Yesterday I thought my milk had come in. I was wrong. Oh, about 1:00 this morning it arrived in full force. Poor Molly was crying because she couldn't latch on, I was almost crying because she couldn't latch on and Bobby (on the hospital couch) slept through the whole thing. I am so glad I opted to stay an extra day in the hospital. Between the nurses and the lactation consultant, Molly was fed and I am feeling much more comfortable. Like childbirth, I think this is one of those things your mind suppresses so people have more than one child.