You asked, “How did I become a milkmaid”?

The answer is quite simple. One day while my husband and I were…Uh hum…involved in some very private time, he began to suckle my breasts. Let’s just say that the above described activity “gets me in the mood” very quickly. This time in particular, Hubby lingered there a little longer than usual. He seemed to be in a very dreamy state…we both just soaked up the moment while I cradled his head in my arms; he nearly dozed off suckling. He loving looked up at me and whispered, “I wish that I could drink your milk”. I excitedly asked, “Are you serious”? Hubby replied, “Of course, silly; why not”? For the next several minutes I explained that his idea could become our reality. Having been a LLL leader (eons ago), I assisted many new moms including one woman who would eventually adopt and desired to breastfeed. Certainly this was something that we could do.

My DH was anxious to start right away…our ANR was born. Mind you, neither one of us had ever heard of an ANR or ABF. We simply discovered this new form of intimacy and bonding all on our own. It just happened naturally. We both had a good idea of how often we would need to BF in order to bring milk in and we were committed. Owning our own business allowed us to make time to prioritize our new found joy if you know what I mean! At that time, we nursed every 4 or 5 hours around the clock. At two weeks, we had serious drops and within the 4th week Hubby was getting gulps. Needless to say, we were ecstatic!

By 8 weeks, we had dropped the “wee hour of the morning” feeding…I guess we both finally ran out of gas. Three to four sessions became the norm for a week or so. What happened next is a cautionary tale…so learn from it. I became obsessed with keeping the schedule fearing that my milk would dry up; the schedule became the focus rather than the relationship. Our ANR was taking up a lot of our time and our business needed attention.  For about 5 or 6 days there was no nursing. My husband and I were stressed out, confused and unsure of the next step. Neither Hubby or I had any intention of giving up our ANR, but we had to re-group…find some balance in all of this.

Communication is key!
I learned a lot from my husband those days that we didn’t nurse. We worked hard together and had some very meaningful talks; he is my  BEST FRIEND. You know, we all have expectations in our marriages regarding sex, nursing…fill in the blank. The micromanagement of an ANR (or anything for that matter) can leave couples disillusioned and/or disappointed. Talking about our desires, expectations and the reality of our daily life helped me to put things in proper perspective.

So, how does this story end? Oh, we are just getting started! You’ll have to wait and read my next post! Gottcha! I would never be that cruel. LOL.
Bosom Love has never been better. We have freed ourselves from a strict “schedule” letting things happen naturally. Whether wet or dry nursing, we love the intimacy and closeness that it provides. It has truly become a part of us… a very special part of a glorious relationship that I have with my beloved husband.

I pray our story has encouraged you. If opinions differ between you and your mate regarding ANR talk with them. You don’t have to limit yourselves or tailor your ANR after someone else. There really is no right or wrong way! Share your desires and then listen to them…really listen and be willing to compromise. Bosom love is an incredible blessing and journey…one I hope all of our readers may one day enjoy!

Blessings to all,

Luvmyhub