#chestfeeding

some nursing for @ineffablefamfeb 💕💕💕

Halsin and Lotan getting some bonding time with Naia.

Ship: Buck/Eddie; Gen

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Rating: Teen

Words: 5,159

Summary:

Buck's first day back at work after his paternity leave as an actively chestfeeding parent. Or, a thought exercise about how when babies cry a lactating person's nipples just... release.

Read on Ao3 HERE! It's for the @pregnantbuckweek #KnockBuckUp2025 event, day 3: Lactation/Breastfeeding!

Link to the original article is here

Here's my reaction, repurposed from one of my old reddit comments:

The article kicks things off with a real banger:

Imagine the most electric thing a partner has ever done to you, then multiply it by 10. I could feel my brain rewiring, creating pathways that would permanently connect me to my child. (And yeah, I kind of got off on it. Don't judge.)

It always stuck out to me that this.... individual.... IMMEDIATELY thought to compare the experience to "the most electric thing a partner has ever done to you". It was so obvious in the sexual connotations that my jaw was on the ground. Of course two seconds later, the individual admits that they did in fact "get off" to the experience, so there's that. When you start to pay attention, you see that they aren't even trying to hide the fetishistic nature of this behavior even a little bit.

But that's not all! A bit further along in the article:

"Lactating changed how I saw my body. Having breasts was great, but using them to feed another human being? That was magic. Specifically, it was mom magic. I might have been my daughter's sperm donor*, but breastfeeding was how I knew I was going to be a mom.* It validated my womanhood as much as any surgery ever could."

As we all know, the need for that sweet, sweet validations is pretty much never-ending. Breastfeeding is very explicitly NOT a way to nurture a child in this individual's mind, it is a way to "validate" their "womanhood", You'll note that magically, we no longer need to concern ourselves with the endless whataboutisms that they usually throw our way, about the women who don't menstruate, or don't have a uterus, or don't have breasts, or haven't had children, etc. etc. All of a sudden, our biological capabilities can in fact be used to define and validate womanhood, but only when it suits the needs of these individuals. The jokes are in fact writing themselves.

(An aside: note this person's incessant need to alienate themselves from physical reality, in spite of the jabbering on about breastfeeding?? Referring to oneself as a "sperm donor" as opposed to father or dad just comes across as so dehumanizing to me. They really do see their bodies and the whole business of creating another human just like a puzzle where they can just rearrange all the pieces any which way they like.)

How did this disaster end, you may ask? After a series of unfortunate events:

A few weeks later, we both gave up on breastfeeding and switched to formula completely.

But never fear, the individual is still "gushing" about breastfeeding because of the gender feels and validation it provided. Literally at no point did this individual concern themselves with the child here. There was a complete lack of grief or concern over needing to abandon breastfeeding for formula (this is not me judging anyone who uses formula - I'm merely pointing out that in all of my observations of new moms - I don't have any children myself - feeding their children is an arena fraught with anxiety, guilt, and overwhelming love for the child that permeates almost all that these women do. A major decision like stopping breastfeeding does not typically get waved away this casually).