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Have you ever accidentally sprayed someone with your breast milk? Well, I have. I was reminded of this incident recently when I spotted a mother in the park who had just finished nursing her baby. I offered her a smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie in our shared motherhood experience. Ah, those days of breastfeeding! I wanted to tell her how beautiful it is, even though it can be quite bizarre.
The Odd Experience of Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding, like childbirth itself, is an odd experience. Growing a human inside you is surreal. You often don’t fully grasp that you’re nurturing another life until you see tiny limbs pressing against your skin.
It can be thrilling and terrifying—like something out of a sci-fi movie where the baby is trying to make a dramatic exit from inside you, claws and all. There’s so much emotion wrapped up in new motherhood—joy, fear, and even moments of primal rage. I remember feeling like I could lash out if anyone mentioned a salami sandwich while I was pregnant. And don’t even get me started on the cravings; if I didn’t get a burrito when I wanted it, I was ready to explode.
The Weight of Motherhood
When I finally got home from the hospital, the weight of everything hit me. I cried for hours, overwhelmed by the sight of the heavy furniture around me.
But let’s focus on the love. Feeding your child from your own body is incredibly exhilarating. But, to be honest, it also hurts—especially in the early days when your nipples need to toughen up. It’s like walking barefoot on hot asphalt for the first time of summer. (If you’re squeamish about graphic breastfeeding details, you might want to skip ahead here.)
The Flight Experience
So there I was, flying with my two children and a pair of very full breasts. It’s not exactly a walk in the park, trust me. Traveling with restless kids and engorged breasts is a recipe for chaos. After a long wait at security and check-in, we finally boarded the plane. I felt a wave of relief wash over me; I could nurse my baby, Chloe, and keep everyone else on board happy by avoiding a screaming infant.
As we settled in, Chloe latched on, but my breasts were under immense pressure. Suddenly, as if my body were a plastic bottle at a high altitude, my right breast erupted. To my horror, a stream of breast milk shot out and landed squarely on the bald man sitting in front of me. This wasn’t just embarrassing; it was downright mortifying.
In a panic, I quickly reattached Chloe, but the damage was done. Did I even have time to apologize? I watched in horror as the man patted his head, trying to figure out what had just happened. I must have looked equally perplexed as I pretended to pat my own head, telling my son, “Did you feel something? It must be air coolant,” as if that made any sense.
In hindsight, maybe honesty would have been the best policy. But I made a mental note never to sit behind a bald man on a flight again.
Further Reading
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