The really gross thing about being a normal woman I find is breastfeeding. I mean almost every woman who had a child has had to go through it. But I still doesn’t make any more ok to me.

My daughter’s first suck on my over-sized, melon breasts came as such a relief. My boobs were hard, huge and annoyingly screaming for someone to suck on them.yeah out of the context of sex it can be very disturbing, that urge although normal.

My husband is not a breast man thankfully, so I got away with that horrible nipple sucking thing most men do to their women, argggh. I am glad actually, and well to be honest that nipple twisting thing is actually a tad bit uncomfortable.

So you can imagine my shock and horror when I discovered I was having a baby boy. I was so distressed. I had heard all sorts of horror stories about baby boys when they feed. Some women told me that the little baby gets excited and oh I don’t know what to say but here goes excited. Gross right I mean what mother wants to feed their child if things happen to them physically?

My son thankfully did not really breastfeed for that long. Which I feel so entirely responsible for because I think he could sense that I was uncomfortable about it. He must have felt the vibes, but try as I might I couldn’t get those horrible images out of my head. He stopped breastfeeding when he was nine months as compared to my daughter who breastfeed for 2 years. To be honest I did not feel weird about her breastfeeding because she was a girl you know.

Not only is the breastfeeding about the person you are feeding, it also has to do with the pain. The worst I had experienced was blocked ducts. My word that is the single most painful thing I have every gone through (I had a c-section). The worst part is that, the child still needs to feed even when you have a blocked duct. You can just imagine.

The weird thing about breastfeeding though, is that when you do stop dong it you wish to do it again. It becomes highly addictive. You start coaxing your toddlers to try to come lay on your chest so you can feel that connection again. But are toddlers and all they don’t do it. It is both a blessing and a curse. When I breastfeed for the first time, I knew that I had entered that area people call motherhood. For me it was the ultimate rite of passage. There is nothing like it.

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