rm_shelby0562 55F
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9/10/2006 9:10 am

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10/2/2006 4:41 pm

Despite what may appear to be a loss of focus, I have continued to make strides in my attempts to reinduce lactation -- significant ones at that.

I have resisted making an “announcement” of sorts primarily due to my lack of faith in the general understanding of how this works. It’s not like after you have a baby and you go from nothing to squirting in 3 days. Even my understanding of this does not prevent from being impatient for that day myself.

At first, there was a sensation of dampness on my nipples that sent me in two different directions: 1) “Oh my God it’s working!” and 2) “You’re imagining things. It’s just sweat.” Thankfully, I found a good coach along the way with a great deal of experience in these things. (He knows who he is and words cannot express the depth of my gratitude.) Then the “dampness” started happening more frequently and when I clearly was not sweating.

It was only a few days ago that I was on the phone with my coach; working on hand expression and imagery that I looked down and saw them: little pin-head sized droplets on the end of my nipple ‒ the right one no less (which had customarily been the “underachiever”. He could tell something was different about my exclamation, “Oh! Oh!” You’re not going to believe this!” “Taste it,” he instructed. So I pulled it up to my mouth and sucked on it, expecting that typical diluted sweetness of new milk, and got ... GARLIC! “Wait a minute,” I thought quickly, “it’s still morning, I’ve had nothing but coffee and water since I awoke, and I’m tasting GARLIC!? And I began to laugh audibly. “What?” I hear him say on my speaker phone. And I released my right tit to explain. “It tastes like garlic,” I said with laughter still in my voice, “I had a potato pizza last night for dinner.” At the time I was eating it, I was annoyed by the overpowering garlic (even for me and I love garlic) that made it almost inedible. How ironic that this “mishap” was the very thing that offered me undeniable proof that I was, in fact, making milk! And I couldn’t help but think of the person standing over that pizza last night after having put what had to have been obviously too much garlic on it; wondering whether to correct his mistake or not, and I sent him a mental “thank you” for following the will of the Universe in his decision to let it go.

I sent Mel a text message: “Great session this morning! Any way you can stop by for a quickie after work?” I couldn’t wait to share the progress with her. I told her about the droplets, but not about the garlic. I had made it a point to warm up a left over piece of the pizza and eat it for brunch as well. After she began sucking on my nipples and I began my mental imagery of the milk flowing from my breast into her mouth, I felt that familiar orgasmic response to “let down” and waited. “I’m pretty sure I got something,” she announced, but she couldn’t quite wrap her head around the taste. Then I saw that awareness sweep into her eyes. “Garlic?” Yes! Ding, ding, ding! And I went to warm up a few more pieces of the actual pizza to share with her while we shared our excitement about this obvious milestone.

“Time and demand,” I explained, “is all that stands between a taste and a mouthful.” “The demand,” she assured me, “is NOT a problem.”

Stay tuned lactation fans. As soon as I’m doing anything photographable, I will most assuredly share!

windinhishair50 62M

9/15/2006 2:19 pm

It won't be long now until you are squirting!

SirMounts 103M

9/24/2006 8:05 am

Well, I'm glad that things came out, so well. *smiling*

SirMounts 103M

11/23/2006 9:40 pm

Not on topic, but...
I hope that you had a Happy Thanksgiving, shelby. *smiling*

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