I was visiting my mom's assisted living residence a couple weeks ago and I saw a younger woman. I mention her as a younger woman because in the almost four years my mom has been a resident, there have been very few women of that age around since most of the residents children are my age (late 40's - 50's). The other reason is that I have not noticed her before but as you can guess, there is somewhat of a turnover at assisted living facilities and I am guessing she is the granddaughter of a resident.
Anyway, what struck me was, of course, her not really huge, but decently large pregnant breasts. She was tastefully dressed in a long black dress with spaghetti shoulder straps. There was ample cleavage showing and if I watched her movements, I could see the dress bra cup open as if to invite a look down towards the nipple. I was able to see that inviting view a couple of times, though I could not see far down enough to see the nipple. The big problem was that I was visiting with other family members so I am always careful not to look so obvious when a breast sighting becomes available and they are around.
The woman's dress hugged the curve of her belly, which I found very attractive. To cap off the sighting, I just happened to be walking back into the facility as she was leaving. Since family was not around at that location, I was able to get a long lasting view of her full soon to be full of milk breasts as she walked towards me and we passed.
kraig
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Extended Breastfeeding
I have always loved extended breastfeeding. I wish I had made that a topic before the Time Magazine article. Now it just looks as though I am jumping on the band wagon. I assure you I am not.
I love reading post of people who share that they are nursing their older children or know of family or friends who extended breastfeed. I think I will share those excerpts and photos here. I'm not talking about three year olds, I'm talking about five year old and up.
As an example:
I love reading post of people who share that they are nursing their older children or know of family or friends who extended breastfeed. I think I will share those excerpts and photos here. I'm not talking about three year olds, I'm talking about five year old and up.
As an example:
Amanda Hurst tandem breastfeeding her sons.
Amanda Hurst nursing tandem nursing her
six year old son Jonathan along with
baby William.
More to come...
kraig
Our Upside Down Society
You have no doubt seen this Time Magazine cover:
It's a photo of Jamie Lynne Grumet with her three year old son latched onto her breast while he stands on a chair.
Initially I thought it was the mainstream beating up on mothers who choose to nurse their children as they see fit. Then I read an article where another attachment parent was furious because the article obviously does not further the cause of attachment parenting, but actually makes it look freakish and was Time's way of making some headlines in a slow market.
In this age of, "do what you want as long as it doesn't hurt me", I have to wonder why it matters if a family (or mom decides she wants to breastfeed as long as the child wants. Moms don't pervert their children with ideas of sexual deviancy which is not the societal norm, society does that.
I'm fairly sure Mrs. Grumet does not normally nurse her son this way and I believe this image is what has a lot of people up in arms. Instead of seeing the loving way she probably nurses her son, the world is left with what seems to be a defiant pose mocking the status quo.
Here are a few more photos which I believe were in the Time article..well, they were on the Time web site:
It's a shame most people can't see past the picture to see a mother giving her child the love it needs/requires. Extended nursing does not create adults who are wimps or cry to their mommies but adults who are strong in themselves and take the world head on.
Remember, Michael Jordan was breastfed until he was three and soccer star Pele nursed until he was five.
kraig
It's a photo of Jamie Lynne Grumet with her three year old son latched onto her breast while he stands on a chair.
Initially I thought it was the mainstream beating up on mothers who choose to nurse their children as they see fit. Then I read an article where another attachment parent was furious because the article obviously does not further the cause of attachment parenting, but actually makes it look freakish and was Time's way of making some headlines in a slow market.
In this age of, "do what you want as long as it doesn't hurt me", I have to wonder why it matters if a family (or mom decides she wants to breastfeed as long as the child wants. Moms don't pervert their children with ideas of sexual deviancy which is not the societal norm, society does that.
I'm fairly sure Mrs. Grumet does not normally nurse her son this way and I believe this image is what has a lot of people up in arms. Instead of seeing the loving way she probably nurses her son, the world is left with what seems to be a defiant pose mocking the status quo.
Here are a few more photos which I believe were in the Time article..well, they were on the Time web site:
It's a shame most people can't see past the picture to see a mother giving her child the love it needs/requires. Extended nursing does not create adults who are wimps or cry to their mommies but adults who are strong in themselves and take the world head on.
Remember, Michael Jordan was breastfed until he was three and soccer star Pele nursed until he was five.
kraig
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Pregnant Signer
I was in a training class at Oracle Education this past week and we had a gentleman who needed an interpreter because he was deaf. So I guess they have two per class since it's tiring work and the interpreters changed about every twenty minutes to give each other a break. Neither of them were busty though the redhead was thin and her C-cups did look large for her.
On Wednesday, I noticed something was different about the redhead and then I realized it was not the same woman, but a different woman, and she was pregnant. I love seeing most pregnant women, but especially those who are proud of their pregnant bodies. The signer was wearing a sort of knit top which accentuated her curves and I am guessing was about six to eight months pregnant. Her pregnant breasts looked large for her body though they were probably only about a D-cup, I could imagine them getting larger through the rest of the pregnancy and much larger once the baby was born and her milk came in.
As she took her turn signing to the student, she was sitting right in my line of sight and in front of the door to the classroom. This gave me the opportunity to look at her naturally and not arouse suspicion, though I think she caught me glancing every once in a while. As I watched her full breast and very round belly, I could only remember the joy of seeing my wife and other family women pregnant with their milk filled breasts and bulging bellies. Since this woman was not the regular signer, I was not sure I would see her another day the rest of the week, so I made sure I got my eyeful that day. Good thing too, as she did not return the rest of the week.
kraig
On Wednesday, I noticed something was different about the redhead and then I realized it was not the same woman, but a different woman, and she was pregnant. I love seeing most pregnant women, but especially those who are proud of their pregnant bodies. The signer was wearing a sort of knit top which accentuated her curves and I am guessing was about six to eight months pregnant. Her pregnant breasts looked large for her body though they were probably only about a D-cup, I could imagine them getting larger through the rest of the pregnancy and much larger once the baby was born and her milk came in.
As she took her turn signing to the student, she was sitting right in my line of sight and in front of the door to the classroom. This gave me the opportunity to look at her naturally and not arouse suspicion, though I think she caught me glancing every once in a while. As I watched her full breast and very round belly, I could only remember the joy of seeing my wife and other family women pregnant with their milk filled breasts and bulging bellies. Since this woman was not the regular signer, I was not sure I would see her another day the rest of the week, so I made sure I got my eyeful that day. Good thing too, as she did not return the rest of the week.
kraig
Friday, December 9, 2011
Interesting Account
I found this experience in one of the breastfeeding forums I read:
"When barely into my teens I learned of a local woman in our relatively small town who was a wet nurse. She was perpetually lactating and would feed babies of women who couldn't or wouldn't breastfeed. At the grocery store one day I over heard her telling my mother that there were no newborns around lately and she was in pain from all the milk she continued to manufacture. Mom suggested she see the doctor for some drying medication on the following Monday (this was on Saturday). The next morning I went to her house and said my mother had sent me over to see if I could help with her problem. She seemed a little skeptical at first but respected my mother's opinions and appreciated my youth and exuberance. She sat down at the end of the couch placing a towel on her lap and removed her blouse. When she took off her bra a pair of near watermelon sized breasts flopped out with nipples nearly the size of my nose. She told me to lie down with my head in her lap where her pendulous breasts and nipples easily reached my mouth. I began to suck and the milk just gushed out at such a rate I couldn't swallow fast enough. When that breast became dry I had the same experience with the other one. She seemed to enjoy my efforts and after I finished the second breast suggested that I return to the first one. She told me to use my hands and manipulate the breast to bring down more milk. I was thrilled beyond belief to actually be drinking milk and caressing a breast at the same time. She became pretty dry after about an hour but asked me to continue suckling and caressing a while longer. Before leaving I admitted to overhearing the conversation and coming to her house on my own to see if I could help. She agreed not to mention anything to my mom providing I would continue to come over on a frequent basis to relieve the pressures. I learned that she loved having her breasts sucked because it not only felt good but turned her on sexually. I eventually left home and went out on my own but have continued to develope relationships with pregnant women or those still lactating because I am completely addicted to warm fresh breast milk"
I love reading and sharing these kinds of accounts, as you can tell. :)
kraig
"When barely into my teens I learned of a local woman in our relatively small town who was a wet nurse. She was perpetually lactating and would feed babies of women who couldn't or wouldn't breastfeed. At the grocery store one day I over heard her telling my mother that there were no newborns around lately and she was in pain from all the milk she continued to manufacture. Mom suggested she see the doctor for some drying medication on the following Monday (this was on Saturday). The next morning I went to her house and said my mother had sent me over to see if I could help with her problem. She seemed a little skeptical at first but respected my mother's opinions and appreciated my youth and exuberance. She sat down at the end of the couch placing a towel on her lap and removed her blouse. When she took off her bra a pair of near watermelon sized breasts flopped out with nipples nearly the size of my nose. She told me to lie down with my head in her lap where her pendulous breasts and nipples easily reached my mouth. I began to suck and the milk just gushed out at such a rate I couldn't swallow fast enough. When that breast became dry I had the same experience with the other one. She seemed to enjoy my efforts and after I finished the second breast suggested that I return to the first one. She told me to use my hands and manipulate the breast to bring down more milk. I was thrilled beyond belief to actually be drinking milk and caressing a breast at the same time. She became pretty dry after about an hour but asked me to continue suckling and caressing a while longer. Before leaving I admitted to overhearing the conversation and coming to her house on my own to see if I could help. She agreed not to mention anything to my mom providing I would continue to come over on a frequent basis to relieve the pressures. I learned that she loved having her breasts sucked because it not only felt good but turned her on sexually. I eventually left home and went out on my own but have continued to develope relationships with pregnant women or those still lactating because I am completely addicted to warm fresh breast milk"
I love reading and sharing these kinds of accounts, as you can tell. :)
kraig
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My Wife's Cousin
This is a true story!
My wife and I were married in Pensacola, Florida. I was stationed there for flight school after my AOCS commissioning. Since it was a fairly quick wedding, my wife did not do a lot of bridal dress shopping and opted to use her cousin's wedding dress, a nice simple white dress. She and her cousin were fairly close when they were growing up and have/had about the same body type, save the boobs. My wife (E/F-cup) was slightly larger than her cousin (DD-cup), but since my wife had had breast reduction surgery in college, she was down to a C-cup.
My wife's cousin, Maggie, came to visit us one weekend from Atlanta. She had just had her first child and as I remember it, and on this Friday, since my wife was working (waitressing at the time) I decided to stay on base after my flight and head to the O'club, with the boys. I knew Maggie would be coming and figured I would get home ahead of her. When I walked through the door of the apartment, I was greeted by cousin-in-law. She was very pleasant and gorgeous, just like my wife. I immediately saw her full breasts and at this point I can't remember if I knew she was breastfeeding or just hopeful. She introduced herself and let me know she had been by the restaurant to see my wife, where she had gotten the key to the apartment. I told her to continue making herself at home and I went upstair to change out of my flight suit and into some lounging appropriate clothes.
I returned downstairs and we sat on the couch/loveseat sectional and got to know each other. As we got into our conversation, the baby started to stir. Maggie picked the baby up and politely asked me if it would bother me if she nursed him. On the inside I was jumping for joy and excited at the possibility of being able to see a woman nurse this close. Outwardly, I uttered a straight forward, "Not at all.". Maggie was an expert at latching the baby on. She continued to talk while lifting her sweater and unhooking her nursing bra flap. I tried not to stare but wanted to be sure I got a glimpse of her nipple and areola. It was important to try to match her eye movements, such that when she looked away, I looked at her chest and when she looked up I was looking her in the eye. That would not be a problem because this woman was not shy. Instead of lifting just a little sweater to allow the baby to latch on, a good portion of her breast was exposed. To cap it off (pun intended) Maggie had large dark, almost dark brown, areola and her nipples were large. This on top of 38DD-cup breasts. The baby latched on and I could still see areola around where the baby had latched on. As we continued talking the baby nursed. There was a break to switch sides and for about a minute or two, I was able to see the initial breast free while the baby latched and started suckling the other side. The great thing about seeing this nursing was that Maggie was not the least bit nervous or hesitant about any of it. I guess I should have initially mentioned that she is/was an earth type mother on the inside.
After our our converstation ended, I showed her to the guest room. By this time the baby had been off the breast for a while and Maggie was going to put him down to sleep. As I was in our bedroom, I was thinking that she was probably nursing him and it would be a good time to see her nursing again. I had to think of a reason to enter the room though. Luckily, the guest bedroom door was open and I quickly thought of telling her about the extra sheet blankets and towels in the closet. I knocked on the door as I entered and offered where the information as to where the extra linens and towels were located. She was laying on her side nursing, breast exposed. I was so glad I had though of this ruse so that I could again catch such a wonderful nursing picture.
After the baby was asleep, Maggie returneed downstairs. As we watched TV, we still managed to have polite conversation. After a while, my wife came home from work and the two cousins where yacking away getting caught up on things. The baby started to fuss upstair and Maggie went up and brought him back down. Again, without thinking twice about it, she lifted her sweater and undid her nursing bra flap, exposing her full teat. The baby latched on and started nursing and Maggie did not miss a beat in the conversation.
I watched her nurse two other times that next day before she left for home in Atlanta. She came back the next Spring over the Easter break and was then nursing a toddler. My MIL (mother-in-law), her aunt, was surprised that she was "still nursing".
Over the coming years I would see Maggie nurse her second son as well while visiting my family in Georgia.
Then about ten years from the first time I first met Maggie, we were at my wife's youngest sister's wedding in New Jersey. Maggie had come up without her family. Since all of the siblings were about the same age and we were staying in the same hotel, we sat around in one of the rooms after the reception, sipping beers, eating chips and generally just hanging out. The conversation was light but some of the topics were those which might not have been spoken if alchol had not been involved. Nothing racy but someone did mention something about breastfeeding in reference to men and women. My wife's older brother made an affirmative confirmation to something regarding suckling from a nursing mother. It caught me off guard because at that point in my life, though I had kind of shared my love of nursing with my wife, I never really shared the details of my love for nursing (that's another story). I never knew her brother loved breasts and nor that he would be a suckler like me. I quickly responded to his affirmation with a "Me too, I thought I was the only one". One of my funny little comments I would make to people when they wanted something from me was to charge them a dollar. Don't ask, it was funny in my younger years. Anyway, right after the breastfeeding comments and conversation, Maggie asked me to pass her the chips, to which I quipped "Sure..., for a dollar". Her response..."I'll nurse you!". I'll never forget that response as long as I live. I was so taken aback, but not so much that I immediately responded "OK" and passed her the chips. Unfortunately, nothing ever came of it. I was not sure it would. I was hopeful, but there was never a time that weekend that we would have the opportunity. I don't know if my wife every talked with Maggie about my love of breasts and suckling, or if I was just too obvious and she realized that I loved nursing so.
An interesting footnote. My wife's older brother was stationed in Okinawa when his first child was born and I was deployed to Misawa AFB, Japan. So after baby was born, I went down to Kadena, AFB with my Parachute Riggers for gear inspections and visited them. During that visit I was able to watch his wife nurse their first child. Though she was not busty, her areola were so dark they almost looked black. I was also surprised that his wife was so open about nursing. She always seemed to uptight kind of prudish woman.
I've seen Maggie in recent years, her boys are grown and in college. I think of that night after the wedding reception often and with such longing. One of these days I hope to talk with her about that night and find out if she knew I loved breastfeeding.
kraig
My wife and I were married in Pensacola, Florida. I was stationed there for flight school after my AOCS commissioning. Since it was a fairly quick wedding, my wife did not do a lot of bridal dress shopping and opted to use her cousin's wedding dress, a nice simple white dress. She and her cousin were fairly close when they were growing up and have/had about the same body type, save the boobs. My wife (E/F-cup) was slightly larger than her cousin (DD-cup), but since my wife had had breast reduction surgery in college, she was down to a C-cup.
My wife's cousin, Maggie, came to visit us one weekend from Atlanta. She had just had her first child and as I remember it, and on this Friday, since my wife was working (waitressing at the time) I decided to stay on base after my flight and head to the O'club, with the boys. I knew Maggie would be coming and figured I would get home ahead of her. When I walked through the door of the apartment, I was greeted by cousin-in-law. She was very pleasant and gorgeous, just like my wife. I immediately saw her full breasts and at this point I can't remember if I knew she was breastfeeding or just hopeful. She introduced herself and let me know she had been by the restaurant to see my wife, where she had gotten the key to the apartment. I told her to continue making herself at home and I went upstair to change out of my flight suit and into some lounging appropriate clothes.
I returned downstairs and we sat on the couch/loveseat sectional and got to know each other. As we got into our conversation, the baby started to stir. Maggie picked the baby up and politely asked me if it would bother me if she nursed him. On the inside I was jumping for joy and excited at the possibility of being able to see a woman nurse this close. Outwardly, I uttered a straight forward, "Not at all.". Maggie was an expert at latching the baby on. She continued to talk while lifting her sweater and unhooking her nursing bra flap. I tried not to stare but wanted to be sure I got a glimpse of her nipple and areola. It was important to try to match her eye movements, such that when she looked away, I looked at her chest and when she looked up I was looking her in the eye. That would not be a problem because this woman was not shy. Instead of lifting just a little sweater to allow the baby to latch on, a good portion of her breast was exposed. To cap it off (pun intended) Maggie had large dark, almost dark brown, areola and her nipples were large. This on top of 38DD-cup breasts. The baby latched on and I could still see areola around where the baby had latched on. As we continued talking the baby nursed. There was a break to switch sides and for about a minute or two, I was able to see the initial breast free while the baby latched and started suckling the other side. The great thing about seeing this nursing was that Maggie was not the least bit nervous or hesitant about any of it. I guess I should have initially mentioned that she is/was an earth type mother on the inside.
After our our converstation ended, I showed her to the guest room. By this time the baby had been off the breast for a while and Maggie was going to put him down to sleep. As I was in our bedroom, I was thinking that she was probably nursing him and it would be a good time to see her nursing again. I had to think of a reason to enter the room though. Luckily, the guest bedroom door was open and I quickly thought of telling her about the extra sheet blankets and towels in the closet. I knocked on the door as I entered and offered where the information as to where the extra linens and towels were located. She was laying on her side nursing, breast exposed. I was so glad I had though of this ruse so that I could again catch such a wonderful nursing picture.
After the baby was asleep, Maggie returneed downstairs. As we watched TV, we still managed to have polite conversation. After a while, my wife came home from work and the two cousins where yacking away getting caught up on things. The baby started to fuss upstair and Maggie went up and brought him back down. Again, without thinking twice about it, she lifted her sweater and undid her nursing bra flap, exposing her full teat. The baby latched on and started nursing and Maggie did not miss a beat in the conversation.
I watched her nurse two other times that next day before she left for home in Atlanta. She came back the next Spring over the Easter break and was then nursing a toddler. My MIL (mother-in-law), her aunt, was surprised that she was "still nursing".
Over the coming years I would see Maggie nurse her second son as well while visiting my family in Georgia.
Then about ten years from the first time I first met Maggie, we were at my wife's youngest sister's wedding in New Jersey. Maggie had come up without her family. Since all of the siblings were about the same age and we were staying in the same hotel, we sat around in one of the rooms after the reception, sipping beers, eating chips and generally just hanging out. The conversation was light but some of the topics were those which might not have been spoken if alchol had not been involved. Nothing racy but someone did mention something about breastfeeding in reference to men and women. My wife's older brother made an affirmative confirmation to something regarding suckling from a nursing mother. It caught me off guard because at that point in my life, though I had kind of shared my love of nursing with my wife, I never really shared the details of my love for nursing (that's another story). I never knew her brother loved breasts and nor that he would be a suckler like me. I quickly responded to his affirmation with a "Me too, I thought I was the only one". One of my funny little comments I would make to people when they wanted something from me was to charge them a dollar. Don't ask, it was funny in my younger years. Anyway, right after the breastfeeding comments and conversation, Maggie asked me to pass her the chips, to which I quipped "Sure..., for a dollar". Her response..."I'll nurse you!". I'll never forget that response as long as I live. I was so taken aback, but not so much that I immediately responded "OK" and passed her the chips. Unfortunately, nothing ever came of it. I was not sure it would. I was hopeful, but there was never a time that weekend that we would have the opportunity. I don't know if my wife every talked with Maggie about my love of breasts and suckling, or if I was just too obvious and she realized that I loved nursing so.
An interesting footnote. My wife's older brother was stationed in Okinawa when his first child was born and I was deployed to Misawa AFB, Japan. So after baby was born, I went down to Kadena, AFB with my Parachute Riggers for gear inspections and visited them. During that visit I was able to watch his wife nurse their first child. Though she was not busty, her areola were so dark they almost looked black. I was also surprised that his wife was so open about nursing. She always seemed to uptight kind of prudish woman.
I've seen Maggie in recent years, her boys are grown and in college. I think of that night after the wedding reception often and with such longing. One of these days I hope to talk with her about that night and find out if she knew I loved breastfeeding.
kraig
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Breastfeeding Sightings
I have one from last weekend and one from today.
Last weekend we were at our nephews wedding and in the hotel the next morning my wife and I were eating breakfast with her parents. The morning before I had noticed a woman walking around with a young baby in a sling and typically, when I see that, I think it would be a woman who would not have a problem breastfeeding in public. Well, that morning she sat down a couple tables away from us and began to nurse. Me being the "I don't anyone to think I'm a pervert" guy I am, I didn't notice it and my FIL had to mention to me she was nursing her baby. Unfortunately, I was slightly ahead of her and so when I looked to my right, all I could see was the baby in the nursing position, I would not see the latch at all. I chaulked it up to the mother being a discreet nurser. It was not until later in the day that my SIL, who probably knows I love breastfeeding, asked me if I saw the woman nursing in the lobby. Since it was the dining area, I really thought she meant some other woman. It turned out to be the same woman and the reason my SIL mentioned to me, is it turns out that the woman was actually not shy about breastfeeding in public at all. Apparently, she bared her breast while she was nursing and everyone else saw it but me, being in the bad position I was.
My second sighting was today. We were visiting a church and as the sermon started I noticed a mom in the second row bring a baby up like it was coming off her breast. She started burping it and as best I could, all during the sermon I looked to see if she would put the baby back on the breast again. Of course I would not be able to see anything, but the fact that this woman was freely nursing is something I enjoy. She never put the baby back on the breast but I did make sure I waited after the sermon to see her leave. She wasn't hugely busty, but I could tell that her breasts looked full of milk and were a good D-cup at least.
kraig
Last weekend we were at our nephews wedding and in the hotel the next morning my wife and I were eating breakfast with her parents. The morning before I had noticed a woman walking around with a young baby in a sling and typically, when I see that, I think it would be a woman who would not have a problem breastfeeding in public. Well, that morning she sat down a couple tables away from us and began to nurse. Me being the "I don't anyone to think I'm a pervert" guy I am, I didn't notice it and my FIL had to mention to me she was nursing her baby. Unfortunately, I was slightly ahead of her and so when I looked to my right, all I could see was the baby in the nursing position, I would not see the latch at all. I chaulked it up to the mother being a discreet nurser. It was not until later in the day that my SIL, who probably knows I love breastfeeding, asked me if I saw the woman nursing in the lobby. Since it was the dining area, I really thought she meant some other woman. It turned out to be the same woman and the reason my SIL mentioned to me, is it turns out that the woman was actually not shy about breastfeeding in public at all. Apparently, she bared her breast while she was nursing and everyone else saw it but me, being in the bad position I was.
My second sighting was today. We were visiting a church and as the sermon started I noticed a mom in the second row bring a baby up like it was coming off her breast. She started burping it and as best I could, all during the sermon I looked to see if she would put the baby back on the breast again. Of course I would not be able to see anything, but the fact that this woman was freely nursing is something I enjoy. She never put the baby back on the breast but I did make sure I waited after the sermon to see her leave. She wasn't hugely busty, but I could tell that her breasts looked full of milk and were a good D-cup at least.
kraig
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