What a boob!To coincide with National Breastfeeding Week, we asked members for their funny and moving breastfeeding stories. Enjoy!
"You always get your boobies out in front of everyone!""Just the other week, on a Saturday morning, I took my sons to a busy café to get something to eat. Jack (my eldest) found a table to sit at and it had a Sun newspaper on it. As I was putting Max (my baby) in his highchair, Jack started looking through the paper. He stopped when he got to page 3 and said, quite loudly, 'Look mummy! That like you!', about the topless model. I smiled (thinking 'Oh, I wish!) and said, 'Why do you think that's like Mummy?'. He proudly replied, 'Because you always get your boobies out in front of everyone!'. "I had to very quickly explain to everyone on the surrounding tables that he meant when we were out and I had to breastfeed Max (which I had thought I managed to do quite discretely till now!). Luckily everyone saw the funny side of it." "I'm feeding my dolly, just like mummy"When my daughter Grace was two years old, she pulled up her T-shirt in front of her Grandpa to feed her 'baby' (doll) 'just like Mummy feeds Morgan'. It made me giggle, though that could have been more to do with the uncomfortable
look on Grandpa's face, rather than the action from her!" "My milk shot five or six feet across the room""My letdown reflex has always been strong. I was just starting to feed my daughter Gemma in my friend's kitchen while she made a brew. Suddenly Gemma latched off and my milk shot across the kitchen right towards my friend, who consequently leapt out the way, almost dropping the kettle! It must have shot five or six feet! "More recently, I had to express milk for my daughter Thea when I was ill. One night, my second daughter Sophia was finishing up taking a bath and pulled the plug out. She put the plug up against her chest and started doing this wurring noise like my pump. I said 'What are you doing Soapy?', to which she replied, 'I'm pumpin'
with this cheeky grin!" "My father-in-law had to defrost my breast pump in his hat""When my son was three and a half months old, we went skiing. As I wanted to go off and explore I took my breast pump with me. Unfortunately it was so cold on the mountain that the stupid thing froze up and the only way of getting it working again was to give it to my father-in-law to try to warm it up in his hat. When it did start to work I must have looked very odd sitting outside a mountain restaurant, in a deckchair, pumping away. Then on the way home for my son's 4.30pm feed, I fell over flat on my face and two bottles of milk emptied themselves inside my rucksack. As I was 'full' I squirted everywhere so I had to do the last run of
the day dripping with milk front and back." "I was squirting like Daisy the cow!""When Callum was about four months old, I had a really bad night with him feeding constantly. When he woke again at 8.00am, my husband decided to let me sleep and give him a bottle of expressed milk. I didn't wake until about 9.00am and thought I had two bowling balls strapped to my chest. I have a large bust normally but when I'm breastfeeding, it's a case of Jordan eat your heart out! I legged it down to the kitchen shouting to my husband to sterilise the pump because I wasn't wasting all this milk. I got to the kitchen and my letdown reflex kicked in when I saw Callum,
and I ended up standing at the kitchen sink, with my boobs out squirting
away like Daisy the cow!" "Jordan: eat your heart out!""I had to take a 24-hour break from breastfeeding when Poppy was four days old because I'd had radioactive tracer stuff injected in me for a scan. As a first-time mum, I didn't have a clue *just* how big my boobs were about to get. My milk started to come in properly that day too, so my normally little B cups went quickly to C then D cups. 'Best we stop off and get some nursing bras on the way home from the hospital', I informed my amazed husband. "By the time we stopped at Mothercare I'd also missed a few feeds so was getting bigger by the minute. When I went in, I was filling D cups. By the time I made my mind up on the style I wanted, I was beginning to burst out of DDs (and my husband's eyes were ready to burst out of their sockets!). Having just given birth, I'd no body modesty left and with no sleep either was a bit dopey. So I was changing into bras and leaving the door open without thinking, asking my husband what he thought of each style, for all the world to see. "Anyway, cue one four-day-old getting bored… the cries brought on my letdown reflex. So there I was, semi-naked in Mothercare, dripping milk all over the changing-room floor, with boobs expanding like the Incredible Hulk. Mothercare made a very sudden (and hugely grateful) sale on a breast
pump that day too." "Breastfeeding in public has made me a lovely friend""Just after Arthur was born I went to my favourite Cafe Nero to grab a coffee and to give him a feed. The staff there were used to seeing me as I had been going there since starting maternity leave. I got my usual coffee and sat on one of the sofas, got comfy and started to feed Arthur. After a few minutes, a lady sitting near me commented on Arthur's hair (he was born with LOTS). We started to chat then she noticed I was actually feeding him. "We then went on to talk about the differences in our child-rearing experiences: she is 80 and her children are in their late 50s. She told me that she would have to time her trips to the shops down to the minute because there was no way it would have been acceptable for her to feed her children out and about. She applauded the fact that I was doing it, and was comfortable doing it. She shared with me that she was very sad when her milk started to dry up and she went to formula feeding. She also told me nightmare tales of her actual birth experiences. We certainly have life a lot easier than she did. "We have now become friends because of this chance meeting whilst I breastfed my son. We meet regularly, in the same cafe to chat and swap stories. Breastfeeding
in public has made me a lovely friend."
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