Mom didn’t breastfeed any of us, so we were raised with formula. She says I was a fussy baby. My stomach muscles would cramp after each feeding, and I cried constantly. She didn’t know if it was because of the milk substitute or from hunger, so after trying several different formulas, our family doctor suggested evaporated milk. That went okay for a while until someone accidentally fed me a bottle of it undiluted and I went into convulsions. Next, he suggested goat’s milk, but she felt sorry for me and that was that. In between all of these attempts she would feed me rice water or oatmeal water, old remedies suggested by my grandmothers. She started me on cow’s milk early. I was close to my first birthday and it was a little easier on my stomach than the others. Besides I was old enough to supplement my nourishment through other foods. She continued to foist glasses of milk on me throughout my childhood, and I refused to drink them unless they were camouflaged with choco