Thursday, August 21, 2014

I Wish I Could Lactate

Having a new baby can make certain, everyday things a bit tricky. Today was a perfect example of this. My wife went to the store with R and N and I happily stayed home with H, W, and our newborn I. H was wonderfully entertained by relaxing on the couch after we had worn her out at the pool. W decided to take a nap and I fell asleep. By the time my wife got home it was time to start making dinner. Not a big deal; we both help out while I was sleeping soundly.

About 2 minutes after the kids are served, I wakes up from her nap and is definitely hungry. I don't like forcing my wife to miss sitting down with the kids all the day and she doesn't want to do the same to me, so when something like this occurs, one of us scoops her up and keeps her happy until the other is available.

Well, my wife breastfeeds so you can see my slight dilemma when I is hungry and my wife has just sat down to eat while I bounce our baby around, keeping her preoccupied. Situations like this would be so much easier if we men could also lactate during our baby's first year. Then, while my wife is eating dinner, I can sit down with I and feed her, making her one happy girl!

Of course, the thought of it is weird and I can see many of us men being quite immature about the whole situation and turning to milk fights or something like that. Also, would that mean we'd grow large breasts? Hmm, just typing it makes me picture weird things in my head.

Yes, I know, my wife could pump and I could bottle feed, but that really defeats the purpose of breastfeeding and adds that extra cost and hassle of pumping and using bottles. Also, it's not that I have this urge to bond with our new baby in a different way, because her and I do plenty of bonding as she's a very snuggly baby (yeah I said snuggly!).

I'm just picturing how different life would be for new couples if the men could also lactate. Now, maybe it's not for a full year, but just for the first few weeks to give our wives a bit of a helping hand. Then, when we're done feeding, we could fill a Super Soaker with milk and run around with the guys having milk fights.

Ah yes, the beauty of acting immature even as an adult.

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