1. Yeah. When my half was pregnant, every specialist always sang the merits of breastfeading. We followed courses in person and got ready to do it together as much as a man can help with it.

    Then the labor was awful, ending in a cesarian.

    When we finally came back home, we tried the breasfeeding. It. Was. So. Hard. It was the worst.

    Since we had plan B, the bottles, we immediatly switched to that, and I took the bottle cleaner hat until my boy ate solid stuff.

    From the bottom of my heart and the memories of my wife crying and at the end of the rope again and again for trying to get some milk throught the haze of first medocs and then lack of rest : f*ck you breastfeeding.

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