Breastfeeding and husband aren’t typically two words you see in the same sentence, but being a parent is full of surprises. Adult breastfeeding isn’t talked about much, but it’s not uncommon — especially when it comes to breast engorgement, clogged milk ducts, and mastitis.
My baby was not the only human being to enjoy my breast milk. I also shared it with her father.
No, I was not in an adult breastfeeding relationship (also known as ABR, adult nursing relationship or ANR), a fetish in which regular breastfeeding is part of an adult relationship. I’m not into that. But yes, I did beg my husband to please, please drink my breast milk!
This is how it went down
“It’s making me feel full!”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry! (No worries, we did not feed that milk to the baby! We tossed it out.)
When both my breasts were once again malleable, the milk was free-flowing, and my nipples were once again in a shape that was accessible to my baby, it was her turn. I washed both my breasts, and then snuggled up with my little one to feed her and put her to sleep.
As the little one nodded off in a milk stupor, I mouthed “Thank you!” to her dad. Now you can bet that when I had my next baby, I got a fancy breast pump. I didn’t want to ever have to go through that hellish engorgement again. I mean, what if next time he wasn’t home to give me a hand?
