Here's a quote from "A Mother's Love", a 1993 novel by Mary Morris.

"Then I lay down with Bobby, like a lover, in my arms.  His skin fit
against my skin like a graft.  Resting him on a pillow, I let him
nurse.  As he drew milk, warmth raced through my body.  It was a
soothing tug that made Matthew seem even farther away than he
was--across the bridge in Brooklyn.  But now I drifted from the city
as if I were traveling to a warm place--an island with tropical
flowers, birds soaring.  A seascape rose before me. Palms overhead.
It switched to the desert, the place I've always known.  Mojave.  I
felt myself walking across hot sand until my eyes closed and I
slept."

Dorothy Rae Collier