Breastfeeding Stories Novels & Stories

"As soon as he's out, I am starting a weight loss journey. Plus my breasts are huge and they hurt!" "Wait till you start breastfeeding. It's painful at some point especially if there's nothing and he just keeps suckling." She chuckled. "Babies aren't the brightest bulbs." I rested my hand on hers. "I have never thanked you for raising me. I know you're not fond of children." "But i love my own."

His cries pierced the air and my breast immediately felt fuller, he was hungry and I was prepared to feed. "Honestly, breastfeeding hurts like a bitch," I told Victoria, a little smile on my face to diffuse the situation. Two weeks old and the little man was sucking so hard. Sometimes he bit me with those gums. "You thought it would be sweet and lovely, you'll regret it on some days," She told me.

“You might lose sleep at night, but you need to take care of yourself so you can breastfeed your baby. Are you planning to breastfeed?” "I will do my best for her," Sierra nodded. "But I've read that many women can't produce breast milk. And I'm a little worried about that." "Don't worry, dear," Axton’s mom waved her hand dismissively. "When I first gave birth, I couldn't even touch Axton because he traumatized me. So, they gave him formula milk because the boy cried constantly from hunger. Look at him now—he’s alive and well and lacking nothing. Just do your best. You can breastfeed her if you want to do that. But if you can't, it’s not your fault."

I embraced both of them into my arms, I kissed on her forehead, “Congratulations,” “You too,” She retorted. “You are strong like a tigress,” I pinched her nose and she delighted with my comment. Suddenly, Sara started crying, She unbuttoned her top saying, “She must be hungry.” I helped her to feed our birdie, her small lips are trying to suck her nipple but failed to suck. I squeezed her breast slightly and it poured milk into her small lips. We have seen so many parenting videos together, everything was taught, how to feed the newborn baby, how to take care of an infant. She insisted on watching and it became helpful to us, as we didn’t need the help of the nurse to do this precious thing

“Mommy, milk!” Emily giggled because her daughter was so cute when she asked for something. So she breastfed her daughter while listening to the story her mother told. It seemed her mother created a new story of twins who loved each other. She smiled to hear it because she knew it was her mother’s way of teaching the twins. After finishing the story, Jason was quiet. Both women stared at the boy to see he was asleep. So, Elsa helped Jason lay on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Mia was silent too while sucking her mother’s milk. After she finished drinking, the little girl’s eyes closed.

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. “Let others help,” she said firmly. “You are not meant to do this alone.” That part stayed with me. Around me, faces softened. Some omegas asked questions about swollen feet, about cravings, about losing sleep. The nurse answered patiently, sometimes with humor, sometimes with stories of her own early years. Laughter returned. Tea was refilled. Pastries disappeared quickly. Someone joked about craving pickled roots dipped in honey, and the garden erupted in giggles. I found myself smiling more than I had in months.

"You will be criticized by Mom either way. So, I suggest that you just grin and bear it." Maxwell hesitated. "I heard people say that if a woman is angry while breastfeeding, she will stop producing milk. How pitiful would Lil Three be if she had no milk to drink?" With certainty, he could afford the best baby formula, but he feels that it is better for the baby to be breastfed. The baby would not only benefit from the nutritional value of breast milk but would also feel safe and content in the mother's arms during breastfeeding. This feeling would establish a child’s sense of security.

"I don't mind, I could go if it makes you feel better or I can stay on the phone with you, we could talk or I could tell him a story to help get him to sleep." The corners of her mouth curved up as she smiled at me before nodding to me, it made my heart beat a bit quicker at how happy she looked right now. "I would love that, give me a second as I get positioned then set the phone so you can see us." After she settled in, set up the phone so I could see them then began nursing our son when I decided to start telling the story my mother used to tell me, about three brothers that were told to find brides by their father.

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

Once one of them starts crying, the other twin is bound to join in. “Hey.” El tries to sit but I place a hand on her shoulder. My lips meet her cheek. “Go back to sleep.” Sleep clouds her eyes and her eyelids flutter. “Are you sure?” She yawns again. “I can help.” Na. We don’t need her help. I pull back the cover over her chest. She needs rest. Breastfeeding two kids is the hardest work on planet earth. The doctor advised exclusive breastfeeding but she is losing weight. “I’ll take care of it,” I promise. We have sachets of breast milk in the freezer. I can warm it up. El puckers her lips for a kiss, I press mine to her nose and she snickers.