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Breastfeeding Myths vs. Facts: What Every New Mom Needs to Know by Juliet Nmorka

Being a new mom comes with different feelings, anxiety, curiosity, and the constant search for what’s best for your baby. One of the major challenges new moms face after delivery is figuring out how to feed their little ones. It’s not uncommon to hear questions like: Is breastfeeding compulsory? Can I give my baby water while doing exclusive breastfeeding? How often should I breastfeed my baby? What food should I eat or avoid while breastfeeding? Is my baby getting enough milk? What is Breastfeeding? Breastfeeding is the natural way of feeding a baby with milk directly from the mother’s breast or expressed from a feeding bottle. It provides complete nutrition and protection for newborns, especially in the first six months of life. The World Health Organisation ( WHO) says It is the perfect food for newborns and babies within 6 months of age because it provides complete nutrition and protection for babies. Breastfeeding your baby is the best form of feeding. Image credit; google Importance of Breastfeeding Perfect Nutrition: Breast milk contains the right balance of nutrients (proteins, fats, carbohydrates, vitamins, and minerals) needed for a baby’s growth and development. Boosts Immunity: It provides antibodies that help protect the baby from infections, allergies, and illnesses such as diarrhea, ear infections, and respiratory diseases. Promotes Healthy Growth: Breastfed babies have a lower risk of obesity, diabetes, and certain childhood illnesses later in life. Bonding: Breastfeeding fosters emotional closeness between mother and baby through skin-to-skin contact. Benefits for Mothers: It helps the uterus return to its pre-pregnancy size, reduces postpartum bleeding, lowers the risk of breast and ovarian cancers, and may support weight loss. Improved Cognitive Development: Children who are breastfed tend to perform better in cognitive tests. Mental Health: Breastfeeding may also reduce the risk of postpartum depression for mothers. Breastfeeding Myths vs. Facts There have been several myths about breastfeeding, but here are the facts to guide us properly. Breast milk boosts baby's immunity. Photo credit; Google Myth 1: Exclusively breastfed babies need drinking water to support breast milk. Fact: Exclusively breastfed babies don’t need drinking water. Breast milk contains enough water for the baby’s well-being. The recommendation is no food or drink other than breast milk for the first six months of life. Myth 2: The first breast milk produced after delivery is not enough for the baby. Fact: The first milk, called colostrum, is more than enough. It is the most important and richest milk, often referred to as “liquid gold.” Mothers should ensure their babies get it. Myth 3: Modern formula milk is the same as breast milk. Fact: Breast milk is far better than formula. Formula is processed food, while breast milk is natural and contains living cells, hormones, and antibodies. Formula lacks the dynamic, protective qualities of breast milk. Myth 4: Small breasts produce less milk. Fact: Breast size has no impact on milk production. With proper nutrition, the breasts will produce sufficient milk for the baby. Myth 5: Breastfeeding is easy. Fact: Breastfeeding takes practice and support for both mother and baby. The mother must practice the right sitting position and how to carry her baby properly. She must ensure that the baby's mouth covers the areola, not just the nipple, so the baby can latch properly. Myth 6: You can’t get pregnant while breastfeeding. Fact: Breastfeeding can delay ovulation, but it is not a reliable form of contraception. Myth 7: Breastfeeding is always painful. Fact: While some initial discomfort is normal, persistent pain is not. With proper latch and positioning, breastfeeding should not be painful.. In Conclusion Every parent desires to raise a healthy child, and breastfeeding has been proven to be the safest and most beneficial feeding method. Beyond nutrition, it builds emotional closeness between mother and baby which is something truly priceless and deeply cherished.

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[katelovessewing]

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[homelandersbabymommy]

Assault † Chapter 9 - Voyeurism

You’ve never seen him naked.

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★ Homelander x reader, Explicit, she/her, No Y/N, Words: 2k

★ Breastfeeding, Handjob, Breakdown

You’re sat at a mandatory HR training for harassment and workplace conduct.

You feel guilty, hunched over in the back. Work has been a stress filled prison sentence.

There’s millions of photos of people with Homelander. There’s almost a thousand from that cookout. You’re in a dozen of them. Hardly a blip.

Your breasts have you concerned. They’ve hurt but now they hurt bad. You thought they had gotten bigger. They were clearly not done. Your nipples poke through no matter what you do.

It wasn’t a problem at your coworker’s house, but you’re near certain you’re the reason for this meeting.

You don’t look for any distance from him anymore. Whatever he does you’ll take it.

That fear was sobering. Someone outside of you potentially getting hurt. It wasn’t all in your home. But you could keep it there.

You saw a missing persons poster on your drive to the office. One of your close neighbors. It would have been around the time he broke your arm. It was proof of nothing, you stuffed it down but you couldn’t deny what it looked like.

Even exhausted, you feel sure of yourself. Like you’ve figured it out. You were expecting to feel despondent, but in a way the cookout visit reassured you. He would push it, but he wouldn’t let this get public. At the time that’s what you thought he was doing, but the language, the looks, his restraint, he was making certain you and only you got the message.

Mine.

There wasn’t any out. He had it. Whatever the fuck he wanted. He’s not human.

That doesn’t mean you don’t need to stay one. A half life was better than one living knowing you got someone killed, or one where you’re dead. You will manage him. Reprimand him. Placate him. What it takes to keep everyone safe. That’s your job, now.

He’s a toddler, you realize. He acts like your coworker’s kid throwing a tantrum. Even down to the plotting. That was something children did.

And you don’t fight kids; you let them win.

“You were trying to get away from me!” He annunciates, standing in front of you in your bedroom.

“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot.” He flicks the F.

You were expecting him. This. The follow up. It was what he did.

You couldn’t sleep the last night so you just went out, spent a few hours watching fireworks, didn’t even remember falling asleep in your car, then headed to work.

But how he’s doing it isn’t what you expected. He’s leeching insecurity.

“You make me feel fucking disgusting! You– you make me feel fuck-ing human.” His voice breaks.

Your jaw won’t close.

Is he guilting, venting, threatening, you have no idea.

You don’t see what goes on in the tower. What places he gets to or what things he does when the cameras are off. He just brings it to you, all his pressure.

“I was flying over your house. Sometimes I just sit up there. When I dropped down. It’s a house I wanted to grow up in. I couldn’t believe you lived there. Alone. And you wanted to be a mommy.” He keeps slipping into whimpers.

“I did that for you. I didn’t even know if I could. Risked it, for you.”

He has his hands up like he wants to grab you, fingers flexing to his palms and back.

“You know I can see you. From my room in the tower. Your desk.”

A window desk had been your big achievement of last year. You could barely make out Vought Tower on the skyline. It wasn’t a tall building, rental space, the idea anyone could see you anything even from the street was dubious.

“I want to trust you. When you do things like run off… I want you to delete those pictures. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head.

You already did this morning. Email, server backup, local files. Everything. It had just been sitting for months. ‘Draft-attachments-files-personal’. Beside your trash icon.

“I don’t have anything. I don’t. People worship me, that’s it. I don’t get a choice in anything. Everything about me is decided by a board of-of-of mud people. But I’m like them. Like you. Under my skin. Despite everything, I’m still human. And I think I’m dying, here.”

He wipes across his eyes with his fingers hard. They glint as he turns and dumps his weight into your bed, stressing the metal. It groans back.

“Have you heard of projection?” He says.

Ice blue eyes flit to yours.

“I wanted to fly you out of there with me. Away. On America’s birthday. My biggest fiscal date of the year.”

He spreads his hands. “They’re not happy I fucked that up.”

“I mean that’d be nuts!” He sighs, a little too forcefully, hysterically. He’s debating himself in.

Then it settles, something calm.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be perfect. Maybe I just wanna be loved.”

He keeps his eyes down.

“You love me?”

Is he crying?

You nod stiltedly.

His eyes flick to the baby in your belly and then back off across the room.

“H-hey, I do. I do love you.” You finally speak.

You love the sex. His body. His image. As much as you don’t want to. It makes you angry and proud and confused, but you love it. Not him. What he is to you. Needy, fucked up.

“Like a son?”

You’re not saying that.

It just came out. Clear by how he sucks his lip between his teeth, how rapidly he blinks.

He needs to hear something.

“I love you.” Your voice wavers.

He pulls it together, respiring, puffing his chest out, then deflating. “Thank you for saying that.”

He lets his head at an angle, gazing up at you.

He wonders if you know how attractive you are with motherly concern in your face. If he could ever get it across to you that’s not just what made him so hard when you first invited him into your apartment, it’s what made him fall for you.

“You know I thought. I thought you would be fun. Good for the stress…”

The sun’s set. It’s darkening.

“It was never about the baby.” He doesn’t sound sure but that sounds right. “It was about you. Inexplicably. I didn’t think you’d end up being my– I mean you’re nothing. Nothing…”

He gets to his feet. His gloves are already off, so he takes his cape, takes it off. His boots, off each heel, sockless bare feet, clean and pale. Then the pants of his suit, the slide them down his legs. Finally, his top. He peels the front panel back, all the way, like he’s opening his ribcage up, then untucks it. He pushes it off his shoulders, unfastens the collar over around his neck and pulls it over his head. It’s one piece, all stitched together.

Naked.

What you had in your head was not that.

He has chest hair. A trail down to his pubes. It’s only blond in the thicker parts. Center chest, bush, the rest is dark. Pits, abdomen.

There’s no bulk to him. He’s almost skinny. Not frail, but only just the other side of it.

His forehead touches yours. You stay like that, a long, long moment, before he finally starts to undo your shirt. You help him, breathing heavy and deep.

You sit back on the bed, close to the middle, body tense.

He crawls up to you, as low as his body can get, pushing and shuffling until he lays with his head in your lap, legs hanging off at the knees.

“I can smell it. Waited so, so long for this.”

His parted lips connect with your nipple and suck it into his palate.

White hot pain shoots through you. Your breasts have been so swollen and tender, bra brushes nearly make you double over, they’re so sensitive.

You bite down on your lip hard. The nerves in the erect tissue are on fire, but each passing second is cooling relief.

His eyes roll back and he moans.

Pleasure blooms all through you.

The slightest pin drips of colostrum bead on the back of his tongue. He keeps sucking.

His erection is negligible but it is there.

Incestuous. That’s what it feels like, nursing him while roving his naked body and semi. You can’t look away.

He’s older than you.

Fuck it.

Your hand strokes around his pec, grazing the puffy pebble of a nipple. Over his surprisingly hydrated abs and across the hard bone of his hip. He’s fuzzy, his skin is soft. You get to his mound and rub just above the base before taking it in your hand.

You work his cock while he works your breast.

Down the shaft, sliding his foreskin. Down under the full bulb of his silky, tight testicles, brushing his taint and sphincter.

He pulls back and his taste buds graze the flat end of your nipple, holding your breast in his hand.

The tiny bits of dead skin and sebum buildup loosen, then rub free, and milk erupts into his mouth like a geyser.

Fireworks light through your curtains, light that fills and fades across both of you, illuminating skin shiny with fluid.

You squeeze his cock hard and feel semen pulsing up it.

Your neighbors cheer down across the courtyard.

You let go of his cock and put your hand behind his head and he relaxes completely, his whole body. You catch him around the torso and you’re holding him. He weighs less than you expected.

It’s not much but more comes after he gets his lips back around your areola, a swallowful.

It’s sweet on his tongue, and he breaks off only when he can’t get anymore out.

You came a little with it.

He sits up and switches to the other side, which has been dribbling down your stomach, and this one comes faster, his technique down.

“I’m fake.” He says after a long while at your breast even after the flow stopped. His voice is hoarse. “I wasn’t supposed to be like this. An experiment. I’m not ever going to be right. I can’t be. Not the way they want me to be.”

“I mean would you let them execute your son on a hill? Conceived through Spirit, true fucking magic, your only son, let them nail his hands and feet with big holes?”

You shake your head.

Finally drained, finished, you lay together.

You wake up first.

Lethargic. Dreamlike. Very, very stuffy. Sweaty, too hot. Wet. Your breasts are angry, spilling.

It’s still dark out. You see why you’re too hot with full AC, right next to you.

His hair is a mess. Plastered every direction. The thumb of his left hand is in the back of his cheek between his teeth. His tongue works in unconscious rhythm, along with his jaw. Every minute or less he suckles for a few seconds.

You stare at him. You can’t stop yourself.

He stirs, like he can feel it, probably feeling you having gotten up on your elbow, and moves his head, slowly opening lidded, scared eyes.

He looks like he has no idea where he is.

Then he looks at you.

Looking down at him, not even believing he’s there, that he spent the whole night. Slept in your bed.

He starts weeping.

Sobbing huge tears, whimpering vocally like a wounded foal.

They stream across his face, body trembling.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

You lean in close, pulling him into you with your free hand, shushing him, stroking his bangs back.

He looks surprised; like he doesn’t recognize you.

It’s a few minutes before he curls, a fetal position, burying his face in your chest.

You wince and let him, rubbing his side, around his back. He continues to cry, softer, quiet.

He doesn’t speak.

You hold him until he falls back asleep, nestled between your leaking breasts.

[arcusplasticsurgeryclinic]

[jasonjaxkson]

Weening off baby Selina. Selina Jackson Olympus! •P1. summary: Annabeth tries to ween her off of breastfeeding now that she's two years old but it goes wrong and she ends up choking and Zoë (Their oldest who was Eleven at the time) saves her life! but she still needs to eat but she's scared of Annabeth what will the daughter of Athena do? 📚 x 🌊 this is a past memory!!! Selina is autistic!! (I am too!)

WARNING: BREASTFEEDING! DON'T LIKE? DO NOT READ THIS THEN! you have been warned. 🤱 I got lazy towards the end!

The Kitchen was thick with the scent of old books and a scent of cinnamon so faint you could miss it you weren't specifically focusing on it In the moment,

“Just take one bite, Selina. please ”.

Annabeth chase the Demigod daughter of Athena pushed the fork closer to her daughters lips. one a plate sat a fluffy golden waffle, dripping with a tiny

amount of maple syrup. two-year old Selina Jackson set at her highchair, her body stiff as a board. her hands flutter frantically near her ears – a repetitive

motion that Annabeth knew all too well. Selina's eyes roamed to the celling, tracking a phantom speck of dust, completely ignoring the food in front of her.

“Annabeth”. Percy said softly from the kitchen island z his hands hovering over a dish towel. "Hey. look at her. she's not ready for this today the texture is throwing her off. let it go this morning”.

as if it was that simple with a daughter of Athena....

it never was.

“she's two years old Percy.”. Annabeth said, her voice tight, strained by weeks of sleepless nights and the invisible, crushing weight of trying to understand her

daughter's mind. “she cannot rely on me for every single meal. The Pediatrician said we need to transition. my body needs a break. she needs solids”.

Selina turned her grey eyes – like Annabeths to Percy.

“i know what the doctor said”. Percy stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave, trying to play the anchor. “But she's autistic, wise girl. her timeline isn't the doctors timeline. she doesn't process things the same way other kids do. pushing her when she's already overstimulated is just going to –”.

Big mistake.

"I am NOT pushing her! I am PARENTING her!”. Annabeth snapped, though the moments the words left her mouth, a flicker of guilt crossed her grey eyes.

she softened her tone turning back to the highchair. “Sweetheart look at Mommy. just a little piece”. Selina let out a high pitched distressed whine. she buried her face into her face into her shoulder, small chest heaving.

she wanted comfort. she wanted her routine. she reached her tiny hands, clutching at Annabeths shirt, pulling desperately. “Mmma..mma”. she whimpered

a rare fragmented attempt at communication. she tugged her collar “No, Selina. No Milk right now. waffle first”. Annabeth said softly as she pushed her daughter's hand away.

“Eat the waffle First”.

the words that would cause the disaster.

“Annabeth seriously Stop!”. Percy urged, stepping up to the table. “she's terrified. you're forcing it because you're tired! just nurse her and we'll try solids tonight”.

that only made the blonde girl angry.

“No! if I given in now she learns crying gives her exactly what she wants, and we'll be doing this until she's four!”. Annabeths frustration boiled over, driven by frustration she cut a corner of the waffle off and when

Selina opened her mouth to cry she shoved it in. “Just taste the waffle!”.

the cries stopped.

her eyes widen in horror as the unfamiliar object hit her mouth, for a second it seems like she might swallow. then, her eyes rolled back slightly just as her sister Zoë

walks in from their uncle Nico's house, Selina tried to gasp for air to resume the cry Wich caused the thick piece of waffle to slide back into her throat.

oh no.

it was shoved tightly in her small airways. she froze her face turning from red to a terrible pale color. she made a horrific silent heaving motion. she wouldn't breath!

“SHE'S CHOKING!”. Percy screamed, before anyone could react Zoë ran up to her sister picking her up in her arms forward, her head further then her chest as

she used the heel of her hand to pat her back

Thawk!

Nothing.

Thawk!

Annabeth stood paralyzed, her hands against her mouth, her heart hammering in her ribs like a trapped bird. what did I do? what did I do?

THAWK!

on the third pat, a saggy piece of waffle flew out of the toddlers mouth and onto the hardwood floor. the blonde little girl coughed roughly as Zoë rubbed her

back softly in a way to comfort. “Shh It's okay I'm here”. the older black haired girl soothes her little sister, the blondes small body trembles violently against her.

“Zoë oh Gods! Zoë let me –”.

the moment Selina heard the voice of her mother she let out a pure screech of Panic. she was terrified of her, sliding her face deep into the crook of her sisters neck

Shit.

The rejection cut Annabeth deeper then any blade could. she stumbled back looking at her family in horror.

“She's actually scared of me!”. the daughter of Athenas voice trembled.

Percy looked up from their daughters. there was no anger in his eyes – only profound aching sadness and understanding. “she needs her mom. wise girl. not the daughter of Athena ”. Percy smiles softly to calm her down.

“Give her to me... Please?”.

Zoë hands Annabeth the baby, “Shh it's okay little owl”. Annabeth sobbed. Selina whimpers. but turns her head watching Annabeth undone her buttons of her blouse to reveal her breast.

Milk scent.

as soon as the scent of the milk hit the toddler latched safely suckling on the nipple softly, Zoë sighs. Percy just smiles at his three girls.

The Lagecys of Demigods of Athena and Posiden?..

they were okay for now.

[enby-dl-dolly]

Princess, your newest maid is here. I think we’ll have less of a bratty mouth from you with her around!

Oh, didn’t you hear? She’s going to be your wet nurse!

Ahh, Her Royal Highness needs your services already! Go ahead and take hold of her... mmm, splendid! Yes, she’ll pout and struggle, but see how docile she gets when she’s had her milk.

Well, I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted...