The biological situation of feeding a pup was an easy adjustment to make in my life. It all came natural enough, once it was said and done. Sticking silicone flanges that warmed up to increase flow on both of my nipples?
As expected, that was indeed the point I felt like livestock.
With a loud thrum that almost rattled the floor as the high torque motor drew it out of me, nothing like the suckling of my son… it didn't help my sensibilities when the first bottle filled so quick.
Or that the second one almost filled, even after feeding him so recently.
> We will blame it on the advice in the instructions. It told me to stare at him to start the let-down. To activate hormones in me. I was just eager to feed my son. <
And from the looks of the amount, probably a whole litter of other pups! My chest felt almost light now, after being left hollowed out by the missing milk. Much emptier than my son had ever left me.
