Breastfeed Novels & Stories

It was as if they had been waiting for her all along. Now that they were reunited, she had begun the process of breastfeeding again. It was difficult, but her babies were helping her through it. Seeing them latch onto her made her feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Watching her little ones adjust to her was one of the most rewarding experiences of her life.

For hours, the two of us take care of the children, where we talk about everything Lake has researched to help Jheremias deal with his healing. But, the only thing that can help us for sure is to breastfeed him so that he can deal with his own healing. So, with all the love in the world, I take it to be the first one I breastfeed while I do the breast pump does its thing with my free breast. Lake, is in charge of entertaining the babies and even releases pheromones to make them feel a comfortable environment.

She couldn't believe she could find happiness like this. "Sir, why are you shy with your own wife? It's pitiful, the daughter wants to drink breast milk, but hasn't been given yet." A nurse approached Fachri, who was confused about how to give breast milk to his daughter. He was looking for a way to give her milk without opening the green fabric covering Airin’s chest.

Immediately I took a step forward, his hands wrapped around my waist and slammed my body on his. His hot breath fanned my ear as he brought his lips to my ear and whispered huskily, “Babies love to suck their mother’s breast milk, will you let me suck yours, Mother?”

He has never been around babies or breast-feeding mothers. “I’m confused. Why doesn’t she need a bottle when she’s with you?” “Because I breastfeed her,” I reply before asking quietly. “Do you know what that means?” He shakes his head. “No” “It means your mom feeds her with milk from her breast” Rowan supplies, making us turn to him.

Letta asked again, making the nurse smile. "Eventually, you'll get used to it," the nurse said, making Letta nod. Then, somewhat awkwardly, Letta began to take over the tiny baby as the baby opened her mouth searching for something. "It seems she's hungry. You can breastfeed her. Maybe the milk hasn't come in much yet, but you should keep offering it," the nurse said, making Letta nod. "I'm not quite used to breastfeeding yet,” Letta said, making the nurse approach.

Her tiny fingers pointed toward her delicate lips. "Come here, Honey," Laura said, stretching out her arms, asking Aryan to place Baby Nafla in her lap. Aryan complied with Laura's request, unbuttoning his shirt. He then offered his breast to Baby Nafla, as parents say, the more a baby suckles, the more breast milk is produced. This was the first time Laura had breastfed. Baby Nafla's tiny lips and still-rough tongue eagerly suckled on Laura's nipple, and Laura's lips parted as a soft moan escaped her, her face turning red.

Estelle gently ran her fingers through her Mom’s hair. Hearing that, Aurora couldn’t help smiling. “By the way, I just remembered something that I forgot to remind you of yesterday. You’d better breastfeed the baby. And don’t eat snacks or unhealthy food anymore, got it? Eating them during the lactation period is not good for the baby’s health.” “Got it.” Estelle smiled and nodded.

“Fear too. But your body was made for this. Trust it. Trust yourself.” She talked about breathing, about letting others help, about not being ashamed to cry or scream if it came to that. A few women shifted nervously. One laughed softly, clearly trying to hide her worry. Then came the topic of breastfeeding. “Milk does not always come immediately,” the nurse explained. “And that is okay. A calm mother feeds better than a stressed one.” She taught positions, signs of hunger, how to soothe a crying newborn, and how important it was for mothers to eat well and rest so their bodies could produce enough milk.

If I thought about it too long, I might cry. Lilith gave me a sympathetic look. “If it’s any consolation, you’ve been spared from months of chapped nipples and teething.” “Still. I should be able to feed my son from my own breast. A mother’s milk is healthiest for a newborn baby, especially a premature one.” “Well, this is the lot we’ve been given in life. Be grateful that you get to hold him at all.”