All throughout my pregnancy I read up on breastfeeding and was excited for that bond. Although after my son was born I had supplement with formula, I still breast fed on demand till 18 months. It was not baby led weaning.
It was a love hate relationship. I loved the bond, I loved our attachment, but with it came 18 months of no sleep, dry cracked nipples, surviving thrush in not only my son’s mouth, but my nipples. This is not to forget what happened next. The teeth came. He began to bite, teeth, and chew on my nipples. It was painful. If he wasn’t doing that he was twiddling my nipples. I grew a hatred that lasts to today of my nipples being touched.
Although, we also bottle fed it was nearly impossible to wake my husband, I’d become painfully engorged, and my nipples were the only way to get my son to sleep. My husband just had useless nipples. I resented my husband for them. Don’t get me wrong, I would do it again. The bond, the benefits, it was worth it. Of course, however, fed is best.
My son is now 23 months old. My son still like to twiddle the nipple. When lying with him I lay on my stomach to deter this. Here is where I got my revenge.
We were sitting on the couch one evening and my son decided to attention get the booby. I said no. Noticing my husband next to us wasn’t wearing a shirt I told my son, “Why don’t you play with daddy’s nipples? See daddy has nipples too.”
He did
My husband started saying ouch and complaining. “Why can’t he play with your nipples?” I’d just respond “18 months.” Now anytime my husband is shirtless our son twiddles his nipples. It is great. Just watching him go through a minor version of what I did is the perfect revenge.
This may seem silly and petty, but for all breastfeeding mama’s out there, I’m sure you understand this joy over the useless nipple revenge. Comment any of your stories!
The Modern Christian Mom 