Of all the embarrassing and weird things that come with pregnancy and new motherhood, this one is the hardest to admit. I?ll just say it: Breastfeeding was a turn-on.
Like every expectant mom, I?d heard about the benefits of nursing. Most of them focused on the baby: the antibodies, the infection-fighting properties, the immune system something or other. And I knew there were benefits to mom as well: not just the convenience and the bonding, but some kind of hormonal boost that my prenatal books made sound like a drug-free high. So, I honestly thought that it was sort of normal in those early weeks?once I got past the toe-curling nipple pain?for nursing to be, well, titillating"
Yep, I got sexual gratification from nursing my newborn?and, as she grew, from a baby to a toddler. And then from baby number two as well, who, I must admit, nursed well toward her second birthday. And why not" When the latch and suckling of an otherwise demanding and relentless little person felt like the loveliest tug that travelled from my breasts to my nether regions, what exhausted and overwhelmed new mother would be in a hurry to give it up" It took me quite a while to realize that others viewed this side effect as something akin to sexual perversion. ?No,? my friends would say, bewildered and a little weirded out. ?No, it doesn?t feel like that to me.? And then: ?How, exactly, would you say it feels to you"?
It was hard to explain, really, except perhaps like there is a go...