I only have one funny breastfeeding story, and I’m slightly horrified to share it, but as it’s bound to have happened to someone else (please, please let it have happened to one of you) I’m going to share it anyway.
Breastfeeding Jensen did not come easy. After three months though I was getting the hang of it instead of sobbing in pain and at some point, the mister and I were in town and sat on a bench outside to feed him before we went home. My left breast is known as “the good breast” as it for some reason has been the favourite breast of my two boys, and seems to replenish faster than the right. In any case, by the time Jensen was ready to feed, it was a little bit like a bowling ball.