At 30, I Chose To Have My Breasts Removed. 12 Years Later, My Children Have Questions.
Then, "Did you breastfeed us, Mom?" She knew the answer, but she asked anyway. "No, I didn't breastfeed you, sweetie," I replied.
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When he was 5, my son went through a phase where he would climb up onto the couch where I was sitting, plop himself on my lap and punch my breasts, squish them in his hands, then try to pinch my nipples.
Please, don't poke me there." My daughter, then an inquisitive 6-year-old, was more likely to ask pointed questions.
Then, "Did you breastfeed us, Mom?" She knew the answer, but she asked anyway.
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When he was 5, my son went through a phase where he would climb up onto the couch where I was sitting, plop himself on my lap and punch my breasts, squish them in his hands, then try to pinch my nipples. Please, don't poke me there." My daughter, then an inquisitive 6-year-old, was more likely to ask pointed questions. Then, "Did you breastfeed us, Mom?" She knew the answer, but she asked anyway.
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The author and her mother at their home in 1983. I'd push his arms down and pull away, saying, "Ouch! "No, I didn't breastfeed you, sweetie," I replied.
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