#breastfeeding supplement

[upspring01]

Recognizing the signs and symptoms of lactation is essential for new and expecting mothers. These indicators not only signal that the body is preparing to feed the baby but also help mothers understand and connect with their breastfeeding journey.

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Vitamin B12: What to Know

Vitamin B12: What to Know

Introduction: Vitamin B12, also known as cobalamin, is a vital nutrient that plays a crucial role in maintaining overall health and well-being. Despite its importance, many individuals may not be aware of the signs of B12 deficiency or how it can impact their health. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore the significance of vitamin B12, common symptoms of deficiency, and strategies for…

[true-anr]

Can ANR help you loose weight?

A lot of People in ANR have lost weight. And some have claimed to have lost a lot of weight. Some even swear by it. They say it is because they burn off around 250 to 700 calories from milk production per day.

Personally I think it has more to do with life style changes. People in ANR tend to be more sexually active, eat healthier and have less stress.

[c60evo]

Are Olive Oil Capsules Safe for Pregnant and Breastfeeding Women?

[shreeisspecial]

Proper nutrition is a cornerstone of good health for everyone, but women have unique nutritional needs that change throughout their lives. From adolescence to post-menopause, a woman's body undergoes various physiological changes that require specific dietary considerations. This blog will explore essential nutrition tips for women at different life stages, helping you make informed choices about your diet to support optimal health and well-being.

[pumpintwinmama]

I tried Legendairy Milk's Liquid Gold Supplement, and this is what happened.

I have been slowly but surely working on increasing my milk supply to enough to feed my twins without supplementing with formula. I had gone from about 35 oz per day to 43 oz per day in the past month. My twins each have been eating 25-38 oz per day so I'm only a little more than half way there and still exploring things to help.

I decided to try Liquid Gold for 7 days and this is what happened.

You're supposed to take SIX pills a day but I decided to take 4, two with my morning pump and 2 with my evening pump.

By Day 2 I was still right in the average:

Things took a turn on day 3.

It's not a HUGE decrease, but that's only because my amount was so low by the time I got to my last pump, that I decided to end the day with a long power pump to try to make up lost ounces.

Day 4 was even worse!

I decided it's NOT worth it to see where the full 7 days would get me. 3 ounces down in 4 days is terribly fast considering it took me 30 days to gain 8.

No thanks Lengendairy Milk!

0/10 do not recommend.

[titushealthtech]

Importance of breastfeeding and mothers’ milk

Breast milk is the ideal nutrition for babies. It’s the perfect blend of vitamins, proteins, and fats to give your baby everything they need to grow and build immunity. All these nutrients are provided in a more digestible form in breast milk than powdered milk. Some women cannot breastfeed, while others simply choose not to breastfeed. The decision to breastfeed is a personal matter. However, research shows that breastfeeding has significant benefits for both mother and baby. Let’s see some information around breastfeeding in this article.

When to feed the baby?

Crying is one of the most common ways babies let you know they are hungry. Other signs that your baby is ready to feed include: licking lips or sticking out tongue, digging, opening the mouth, and sucking random stuff out of nowhere.

Benefits of breast milk to the babies

Nutrition

Most health authorities recommend that infants be exclusively breastfed for at least six months. After that, it is recommended to continue breastfeeding for at least a year, as the baby’s diet contains a variety of foods. Breast milk is a combination of everything your baby needs during the first six months of life, in the right proportions. Its configuration adapts to the changing needs of babies, especially in the first few months of life.

During the first few days after giving birth, your breasts produce a thick, yellowish liquid called colostrum. Colostrum is high in protein, low in sugar, and rich in beneficial compounds. Colostrum is very ideal for helping the immature digestive tract of new born. After the first few days, your breasts will be able to produce more milk as your baby grows.

Antibodies

Breast milk is an important source of antibodies that help your baby fight viruses and bacteria. In addition to several other antibodies, colostrum contains large amounts of immunoglobulin A (IgA). When a mother is exposed to viruses or bacteria, her body starts making antibodies. These antibodies are excreted in breast milk and eventually passed on to the baby during breastfeeding.

Immunoglobulins protect babies from diseases by forming a protective layer on their nose, throat, and digestive system. It should be understood that this formula does not cover antibodies in infants. Numerous medical studies have shown that babies who are not breastfed are more likely to develop health problems such as pneumonia, diarrhoea, and infections. Antibodies in breast milk, especially immunoglobulin A,  prevent or fight diseases in babies.

Immunity

As we know, breastfeeding has an impressive list of health benefits, and this is especially true when a baby is exclusively breastfed without formula for the first six months of life. Reduce your baby’s susceptibility to many illnesses and infections, including otitis media, respiratory tract infections, colds, intestinal infections, intestinal tissue damage, sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS), allergic disorders, celiac disease, and inflammatory bowel. Breastfeeding also reduces hospitalizations and outpatient visits. These protective effects of breastfeeding appear to persist from childhood into adulthood.

Healthy weight gain

Breast milk promotes ideal body weight and prevents obesity in children. Studies have shown that breastfed infants are 15-30% less likely to be obese than formula-fed infants. This may be due to the development of various intestinal bacteria. Breastfed babies have higher levels of gut bacteria, which can affect storage higher than a new born baby. Leptin is an important hormone that regulates appetite and fat storage. Breastfeeding babies learn to self-regulate their milk intake, which helps them develop healthy eating habits later in life.

Improves the IQ of kids

Some research suggests that there are differences in the brain development of breastfed and formula-fed babies. Physical intimacy, skin-to-skin, and eye contact that help give can be to blame. Studies show that breastfeeding leads to higher IQ scores later in life. Additionally, babies who are breastfed are less likely to develop behavioural and learning problems as they get older. Breastfeeding contributes significantly to long-term brain development.

Benefits of breastfeeding to mothers

The benefits of breastfeeding are not limited to babies. Mothers also get many health benefits from breastfeeding. Breastfeeding burns extra calories, which can help you lose weight faster during pregnancy. It may help you return to your previous size and reduce uterine bleeding after childbirth.

Breastfeeding also significantly reduces the risk of breast and ovarian cancer. Women who breastfeed for 12 months or more have a 28% lower risk of breast and ovarian cancer. Recent research also suggests that breastfeeding protects against heart disease and other related ailments. It may also lower the risk of osteoporosis.

The best position for breastfeeding

The best position for you is one in which you and your baby are comfortable and relaxed, and you don’t have to force yourself to hold the position or continue breastfeeding. Common positions for breastfeeding a baby include:

Cradle position

Place your baby’s head next to your elbow so that the whole body is facing you. Bring your baby’s tummy close to your body so he feels fully supported. The other “free” arm can be wrapped around to support the baby’s head and neck. Alternatively, you can support your lower back through your baby’s legs.

Football position

With the baby’s back aligned with the forearms, hold the baby like a soccer ball and support the head and neck with his palms. This is perfect for new born and small babies. It is also suitable if you are recovering from a caesarean section and need to protect your tummy from the pressure and weight of your baby.

Lateral position

This position is perfect for late-night feedings in bed. The lateral recumbent position is also beneficial when recovering from an episiotomy, an incision made to widen the vaginal opening during childbirth. Use a pillow under your head for comfort. Next, lean against your baby and use your free hand to lift your breast and nipple into your baby’s mouth. Once your baby is properly “buckled up”, use your free hand to support the head and neck to keep your baby from twisting or straining while feeding.

Cross cradle hold

Sit upright in a comfortable chair with armrests. Hold your baby in the bend of your arm opposite the nursing breast. Support your head with your hands. Bring your baby across your body so that baby’s tummy is facing you. With your other hand, hold the baby’s chest in a U shape. Hold your baby’s mouth close to your chest and cradle him firmly without leaning forward.

Titus Health Tech Pvt Ltd is one of the leading names when it comes to manufacturing of world class, technologically advanced infant milk formula and other nutritional supplements. We support and promote mother’s milk. We believe that most babies should have only breast milk for the first 6 months of life and should be breastfed for at least 12 months. Keeping in mind, the nutritional requirements of nursing mothers, ProShake Mom, a nutrition drink for pregnant and lactating women by Titus health tech is a simple solution to meet the increased nutritional needs of pregnant or nursing (lactating) mothers. The perfect addition to a healthy diet, it provides a complete, balanced diet rich in protein, vitamins, minerals, and other essential nutrients. It also helps provide the extra nutrition and energy needed by mother to care for a new born.

It’s low in fat and sugar and contains high-quality protein to help you gain a healthy weight during pregnancy. Just two servings a day can meet your RDA needs for vital nutrients during pregnancy and breastfeeding. It comes in two delicious flavours: vanilla flavour and premium chocolate flavour.

While breastfeeding their babies, some women need a little help and guidance. It can be provided by nurses, doctors, family members, or friends to help mothers overcome difficulties along the way. Many myths are surrounding breastfeeding but mothers must be well informed for the development of healthy babies and satisfied mothers. Consult your health care practitioner for more information.

Note: Titus Health Tech Pvt Ltd is most trusted nutrition company in India. Titus Health Tech is manufacturer and marketer of Infant milk formulas, Baby cereals, Pregnancy nutrition, Nutrition for kids and toddlers and other specialty products like sports and gym nutrition.

[pickingupmymercedes]

She's here and she's not only ours - Lewis Hamilton

Series: She's here and she's ours / She's here and she's not only ours / She's here and she's just like you / She's not here, but she'll be / She's here and she won't be the only one / She's here and he won't let her give up / She's here and so is he

pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +1k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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Navigating the journey from being a couple to becoming a family is often likened to entering a whole new world—one filled with unpredictable challenges and profound joys. The radiant 7-month-old girl had effortlessly woven herself into the fabric of your lives, captivating not only you and Lewis but everyone who crossed her path. Yet, adjusting to new routines, shifting priorities, managing emotional and physical changes, and, most crucially, cultivating a deep bond with your child were aspects of parenthood that no book, class, or well-meaning advice had adequately prepared you for.

And so, the real test of parenthood often lay in learning to prioritize.

“Oh my God, she’s growing up so quickly!” Susie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she entered the living area of your apartment, making a beeline for the giggling toddler seated in her bumbo seat on the kitchen island.

“Please, don’t remind me. Time is flying by too fast already,” you replied, your smile widening as you watched your baby recognize Susie and reach out to be scooped up.

“I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced… I just... I had to know why,” Susie said, her expression curious and concerned.

You had expected people to comment and be surprised, but you hadn’t anticipated the attention coming so soon, even before you and Lewis had a chance to share your news.

“So, I take it everyone at Mercedes already knows?”

“More like everyone on the paddock, probably,” Susie confirmed.

“Do you remember her first few days? When she struggled to gain weight and every day felt like a battle?”

The first inkling that something was amiss came mere hours after you had returned home with your newborn daughter. Her incessant cries and insatiable hunger, even after an hour of breastfeeding, had raised red flags.

You had been warned that the initial days would be challenging—that you were now solely responsible for nourishing a tiny human. So, you soldiered on, suppressing your growing panic and tears, dreading the 40-minute feeding intervals where you’d bite your tongue and cheeks to keep from crying.

You tried every trick in the book—increasing your water intake, warm and cold compresses, dietary changes, pumping between feeds, consulting lactation specialists, and even consuming magic lactation cookies. Yet, your milk supply remained stubbornly low.

The sense of failure weighed heavily on you; your primary role was to nurture your baby, something you had done successfully during pregnancy. Instead of relishing the joys of new motherhood, you felt like a failure, a lesser mother to your daughter and a villain to your husband's fairytale of having kids.

Lewis was acutely aware of your distress and tried to be supportive. Despite knowing, as doctors and specialists had advised, that you needed to supplement with formula for both your daughter’s and your own well-being, he refrained from pressuring you. Every night he would feel as though you were punching him in the face when you went out of his sight to cry, or how his chest would tighten when he carried your screaming daughter in his arms, knowing she needed more, from him and from you. Still, he didn’t have in him to lecture you, yet again, on how that little girl needed more, not when you were giving your life and sanity away for her.

It wasn’t until the day before her second week checkup that you broke down. You knew the scale wasn’t going to give her much more grams than she had the past week, way less than she deserved and the added burden that he would be going for his first race of the season in a couple days had you reaching your breaking point.

Seeing Lewis on the sofa, looking worried and worn-out, you collapsed in front of him, letting your tears flow freely. He held you, comforting you with gentle whispers, and you both agreed that transitioning to formula was for the best. Despite the months of hearing about the benefits of breastfeeding, you had come to understand that sometimes the most challenging part of parenthood was knowing when to stand your ground and make the best choice for your family.

“We don’t want his job to feel like a burden every weekend,” you said.

“So, the Hamiltons will be a staple in the paddocks?” Susie asked, her approving smile revealing her pride.

“Life doesn’t always go as planned, does it?” You shrugged

“The media is going to love that smile,” Susie cooed, her attention directed at the toothy grin of your daughter.

“Yeah… She won’t be only ours, but Lewis needs her as much as she needs him. I guess it’s a small price to pay,” you replied, smiling at your yawning daughter in Susie’s lap, her little hands rubbing her eyes—a clear sign that her naptime was due.

“Please, let me. She still loves Disney songs, right?” Susie absentmindedly asked, already heading towards your daughter’s room, laying the toddler on her cheast and ready to lull her to sleep with a familiar melody. As you watched, you couldn’t help but marvel at how your daughter had already captured so many hearts at such a young age.

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The Eggplant (The Surprise, Part 18)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: nightmares, mentions of Emily's fake death, mentions of past sexual trauma (nothing graphic though), discussions of birth/delivery times (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You've always struggled with sleep and nightmares, but the third trimester is making it worse than ever. Thankfully, Emily is always there to calm you down and take your mind off the bad dreams.

Note: I know the gif is the man that we can't stand! But it was the most appropriate one! Just use your imagination! Replace him with reader!

Week 28: The Eggplant

You jerked awake, gasping and flailing, struggling to sit up against the weight of your baby bump. Sweat pooled in the dips of your collarbone and at the nape of your neck, dampening the soft strands of hair that rested there.

You blinked in the darkness, sucking in great gulps of air, feeling for Emily next to you. She was already up, already pressing her hand into yours and squeezing your palm, already drawing you into her chest, holding you protectively.

“Hey, hey,” she cooed, “it’s okay. You’re alright. It’s just a dream.”

Your heart raced, and you snaked your arms around Emily’s waist, burying yourself in her. You coughed, your breath still caught in your throat. She ran her thumb gently along the side of your face, wiping away the tears that lingered from the dream.

You’d always had more vivid dreams–and more often–than the average person. As a child, you’d even been diagnosed with a sleep disorder characterized by horrific nightmares. It had faded, but not gone away, as you grew up. After a lot of trial and error, you’d discovered that taking ashwagandha supplements before bed largely put a stop to the nightmares.

But you weren’t allowed to take ashwagandha while you were pregnant or breastfeeding. You’d been lucky until now–the nightmares had been few and far between, despite not being able to take your usual sleep aid. But when you hit the third trimester, they’d come back in full force. Almost every night, horrifically realistic, so terrifying that you were often scared to go back to sleep afterward for fear the dreams would resume. You’d tried melatonin, Benadryl, Tylenol PM, Unisom, and doxylamine. Tonight, you’d tried magnesium. The only thing it’d done was make you have to get up and take a shit in the middle of the night.

Your heart rate was slowing, but your body still shook. You grasped onto Emily’s t-shirt desperately, as if it was the only thing tethering you to the world. Sometimes the dreams involved your family. But most often these days they were about Emily.

“I guess that’s a no on the magnesium, huh?” Emilly whispered, her breath warm at the top of your head. “You want to talk about it?”

You let out a shaky breath, holding her just a bit tighter. “You died again,” you said, your voice so soft she almost couldn’t hear you. You were afraid to speak it into existence.

You could see Emily’s face without seeing it. Always wracked with guilt, always heartbroken. She always told you that going into WITSEC after Doyle, letting you and her team believe she was dead for nearly a year, was the worst thing she’d ever done. There had been no way around it; you knew it and she knew it. You didn’t like to bring it up, didn’t like to make her feel bad. She’d done what she had to do to protect herself, and as much as her fake death had devastated you–destroyed you, even–you couldn’t bring yourself to hold it against her.

“It was Doyle,” you whispered into her neck. “He made me watch.” You shuddered, and Emily grasped your face in both of her hands, turning you gently so she could look you in the eyes. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and sighed.

“He’s dead, honey,” Emily said firmly. “I will never do that to you again.”

A tear ran down the side of your face, part of your brain still stuck in the dream, still watching Doyle hurt Emily again and again. Emily wiped it away, replacing it with a kiss.

“It’s okay, baby,” she reassured you, her heart aching to see you so scared. “I’m okay. I’m safe.”

“I’m sorry, Em,” you choked out, more tears coming now. It was three in the morning. You were on your second week of waking up terrified every night. Emily always got up with you. She had to be tired. You were exhausted. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Nope,” she protested lightly, drawing you down to the bed with her, pressing your face to her chest. “No crying, come on. It’s okay. You’re up, I’m up. Shh, just let me hold you, alright?”

You leaned into her touch, relishing the way her fingernails felt against your scalp, the weight of her arms around you, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, the up and down of her breath.

“What’ll help?” she asked. “You want to get your mind off it? Think about something else?”

You nodded, sniffling.

“Alright,” she yawned, stretching a bit to reach inside the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out her tablet, the light from the screen making you blink.

“What are you doing?” you asked, blinking.

“We might as well get something done, if we’re up,” she said, cradling your head in the crook of her elbow, so that she could manage the tablet and keep you close at the same time.

She opened a Google doc that she’d titled Birth Plan.

“Birth plan?” There was a series of questions and fill-in-the-blanks on there, as if Emily had copy-pasted it from another website. “I thought the plan was to have the baby. That’s the birth plan.”

She pinched at your stomach, and you giggled, squirming. “No, you dork. There’s more to it than that. And I’d rather us make the decisions now, so when you’re in labor, freaking out, we don’t miss anything.”

“I think you mean when you’re freaking out during labor.”

You watched her roll her eyes and smiled. You loved teasing Emily.

“Okay, well, regardless of who's freaking out, we need a plan. So just… lay your pretty head down and answer my questions, okay?”

You kissed the inside of her arm and nestled yourself comfortably against her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, let’s see…” Emily said, brows furrowed, biting at the corner of her lip. Her thinking face. She meant business. “Full name and pronouns, I already know that. Partner’s name and pronouns… Due date, provider… I can fill all this out without you.”

“So then, the birth plan really is just have the baby?”

“No!” Emily insisted, scrolling. “Here. Here’s some you can answer. Have you ever… had group B strep?”

“No.”

“Been previously diagnosed with genital herpes?”

Your face went beet red. “Jesus, Em! No!”

She smirked. “I know, I just wanted to see you blush. Uh… do you have Rh incompatibility with the baby?”

“I don’t think so? I feel like Dr. Delgado would have mentioned it by now.”

“I’m putting no. Gestational diabetes?”

“No.”

“Fear of needles?”

“No, not really.”

“Have experienced–” Emily stopped suddenly, her voice stuck in her throat.

“Experienced what?” you prompted. When she didn’t answer, you poked her leg with your foot. “Emily, experienced what?”

“It’s okay,” she mumbled. “I can answer that one for you.”

“Well, now I want to know…”

“It’s fine, Y/N. Let’s just move on.”

“No, Em, I want to know!”

She sighed and bit at one of her nails. You furrowed your eyebrows and took her hand.

“Have you ever experienced birth trauma or prior sexual assault,” Emily read, her voice soft.

“Oh.”

You were both quiet for a moment, your thumb running over Emily’s knuckles. “Well, I guess you did know the answer for that one…” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s keep going.”

Emily shook her head a bit, as if clearing clouds. “Uh… delivery plan… I’m assuming vaginal?”

You nodded. “What are the other options?”

“C-section or water birth.”

You shivered. “Yeah, definitely vaginal. I think I’d cry if I had to give birth in a kiddie pool.”

Emily cracked a smile, and you were glad to see her getting back to herself. “Who do you want in the room with you?”

“You.”

“Well, yeah. Anyone else, though? Your mom?”

“Just you,” you confirmed, kissing her hand.

“Whatever you want,” Emily confirmed, continuing down the list. “Do you want any music played?”

“Screamo.”

Emily laughed. “Can you imagine?”

“Alright, I’ll settle for punk.”

“I’m putting TBD,” Emily decided. “Okay, this next part is a big, long checklist, so just say yes or no, I guess.”

“Okay,” you agreed. Your heart rate was almost back to normal, your breathing calm and even as you snuggled into Emily. You were starting to feel sleepy again, and were trying not to fight it, not to let yourself get scared again.

“Lights dimmed?” Emily asked, making her way down the list.

“Uh… I guess so?”

“Room as quiet as possible?”

“Minus the punk music, yes.”

Emily fought off a smile, running a hand absentmindedly through your hair. “As few interruptions as possible?”

“...Yes?”

“As few vaginal and cervical exams as possible? Yes.” Emily’s voice grew quiet again as she read this one, and you squeezed her hand to let her know you were okay. “Hospital staff limited to my doctors and nurses only? I’m putting yes for this one, too. I don’t want any fucking students in there watching.”

You yawned, closing your eyes as you pressed your cheek against Emily’s chest. You were having a harder and harder time staying awake.

“Do you want to wear your own clothes?”

“Yes,” you mumbled.

“Your glasses?”

You looked up at her, confused. “As opposed to what? Loaner glasses?”

Emily shrugged. “No glasses, I guess?”

“No. I can’t see shit without my glasses. The baby would just be a blob.”

“So yes to your glasses… Do you want me to take pictures?”

“Of me giving birth?!” you exclaimed. “No!”

“But you’ll look so beautiful!” Emily argued.

“I’ll look like a hot plate of shit,” you shot back. “In fact, I might actually shit myself during labor. I don’t want any photographic evidence of that, thank you.”

“Fine,” Emily grumbled. “Putting no. Would you like to stay hydrated with clear liquids and ice chips?”

“What kind of question is that?” you asked, fighting off another big yawn. “Of course I want to be hydrated.”

“Do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know. Depends on how long it takes, I guess.”

“There’s no box for maybe,” Emily observed.

“Make a box, then, Emily. Jesus. You work for the FBI.”

“Mean…” she mumbled.

“Sorry. I love you.” At this point, you were half-asleep, Emily’s voice far away, as if you were underwater.

“Do you want me to catch the baby?”

“Catch the baby? What are they tossing it?”

“No, like… as he’s born.”

“As she falls out of my vagina?!”

“...Yeah.”

“Not really. I want you up with me so I can squeeze your hand and yell at you.”

Emily was quiet, and you grabbed for her hand, blinking your eyes open.

“Unless it’s important to you,” you told her. “If that’s something you want to do, then by all means.”

“No…” Emily thought out loud. “But I think I’d like to cut the umbilical cord, if that’s okay with you?”

You nodded, getting comfy again, sleep infringing on the edges of your consciousness.

“Do you want him placed on your chest right away?” When you didn’t answer, Emily prompted you again. “Y/N?”

She looked down to find you conked out, snoring softly, your arm wrapped around her stomach, legs entwined with hers. She smiled softly at you and kissed the top of your head, sneaking her hand under the fabric of your shirt to rub your back.

“I’m putting yes,” she whispered, typing quickly then turning off the tablet and setting it gently on the nightstand, careful not to shift too much and wake you.

Emily adjusted the covers so that you’d be nice and warm. She wasn’t a praying person, but she hoped against hope that you’d sleep through the rest of the night. You had huge circles under your eyes from so many nights of restless sleep. Emily was used to running on little sleep, but you weren’t. And you were growing a baby. You needed more sleep than usual, and you weren’t getting it.

She pressed her lips to your head again and again, making sure you were secure in her arms. She couldn’t go into your head and fight off the nightmares for you, but she could make sure that if and when you woke up, you felt safe right away. She could make sure she was there, make sure that the moment you gasped awake, you felt Emily next to you–real and alive and warm and very, very here.

[spartanmemesmedical]

B12 Deficiency in Children: What to Know

B12 Deficiency in Children: What to Know

Introduction: Vitamin B12 plays a vital role in the development and growth of children, supporting brain function, red blood cell production, and overall health. However, when children do not receive an adequate supply of this essential nutrient, it can have detrimental effects on their well-being. In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of vitamin B12 for children’s health, common symptoms of…

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Remember what I mentioned before? Jing Yuan is the kind who likes to customize you and him in the game world, and arranges you to marry him…

-CW: yandere, non-con (in game), harassment, customizing your avatar without your consent and doing lewd things, forced marriage

So…this time the game company released new DLC. Not one, but twenty different types of download packs, including "Character Personality Supplements," "Swimsuit Outfit Pack," "Cat Ears and Tail Outfit Pack," "Forbidden Forest Expansion Pack," "Erotic Photos and Video Features" , "Pregnancy and Breastfeeding Features" and more…

Jing Yuan threw all the DLC into the shopping cart and checked out. One day you passed by in the living room and saw him holding a game console, inside which was a person exactly like you wearing a revealing swimsuit (pixel style). "Your" nipples are sucked by the breast pump… The text box that pops up is "you" moaning and pleading.

"Stop…stop…Jing Yuan, please…" Next to "you" is a white-haired "little Jing Yuan". In the game, the milk being squeezed out even shows how many milliliters…

You: Stop this you bastard (#`Д´)ﾉ

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birthday blues

pairing: sirius black x f!reader  summary: first time godfather sirius goes shopping to find the perfect first birthday gift (jily + baby harry ♥️) wc: 5k a/n: me tryna heal canon trauma ❤️ because in my world everyone lives happily ever after !!! my lil celebration piece for hitting 200 followers! thank u all <3 not proofread, english is not my first language so plz be nice heheh

“What’s the store called again, sweets?”

even as a young kid, one of your biggest pet peeves is repeating yourself for more than four times. three is pushing it. your parents told you its a bad habit to take to adulthood because you’re bound to meet people who just don’t get what you’re saying the first or second time around. But one Wednesday morning, when you asked from upstairs where your favorite periwinkle socks were and your parents downstairs said something that the loud dishwasher and vacuum covered up, you asked them to repeat it again (still can’t hear), and again when you moved closer to the staircase down (barely heard any), then you heard your father’s heavy footsteps up, personally shoving in your waiting hand the said pair of socks.. only damp. “Honey, I said three times already, that they were still in the dryer,” your dad had huffed before heading back downstairs. That’s when you knew it was genetic. 

But, you love Sirius Black. It’s gotten to the point where in the honest, sensitive hours past midnight, while there was nothing much to do as you let sleep creep up from your tired limbs to your fluttering eyelids, but to watch peace settle on the raven-haired boy’s sharp features, ethereal and glowing like an angel even in the dark of the night; that you realize he may be the love of your life. It’s a scary thought, with fears of being too eager, too soon, too much—- so you tuck it in a little pocket and give it a nudge when you need a reminder of how big and true its growing with each second spent together. 

You love him, so you breathe out the snarky irritation away in slow heavy puffs and inhale peace, choosing to exercise patience because you know Sirius is nervous. 

“It’s Spintwitches Sporting Needs, love. ‘s right across Ollivanders if I’m not mistaken,” you say, taking his free hand in yours and rubbing small circles on his knuckles to calm some of his nerves down, while he drives through busy muggle London streets to park by the Leaky Cauldron. He throws you a soft smile and gives your hand a quick squeeze as thanks, grateful to the heavens that you’re here to keep him from going insane.

You know him enough that, while the day in question is not about him, or you, or your relationship, it meant a great deal to Sirius. 

He had one chance (even if you’d argue otherwise) to make things right, do things the right way the first time around with Harry. James knew this fact by heart, which is why he and Lily agreed in a heartbeat that Sirius should be little Harry’s godfather, as it was meant to be. He would do anything, go beyond means, hell, even against Merlin himself just to ensure the safety and happiness of his godson. 

No one, however, was expecting it to backfire and it caught you and Sirius off guard. Once the tears dried and elation diffused, the anxiety kicked in for Sirius, and in turn you. He knew what the opposite was, parents who robbed their own sons of happy childhoods and disowned him when he got brave enough to find happiness and protect it, he had lived it. And now that he has a chance to save an innocent soul from a similar fate, he was determined, but this fact scared him shitless.

He wanted everything to be perfect (who wouldn’t?) and gave everything he physically could to make James and Lily’s Harry’s life easy and happy. Seeing Sirius buy ‘How to Dad?’ books and pour over them at night or on his free time at work was undoubtedly an attractive and loving sight. In a span of a week, he knew which is the best formula to supplement with breastfeeding, toys to pick that stimulate early brain development, even clothes made with hypoallergenic materials that won’t irritate the sensitive newborn skin. It came to a point where James would ask him for advice when Lily’s at work, and Sirius would put on his trusty reading glasses and point at a specific passage of ‘How to Dad?’ that answers James’ question perfectly. 

Eventually, you did have to put your foot down when you found Sirius writing a howler to a baby food company when rumors started going around that their baby snack puffs (which Harry was obsessed with) had harmful chemicals in it. In typical Sirius fashion, he wasn’t convinced that easily. You’d bet that what pushed him off the howler letter route (and in turn protect the statute of wizarding secrecy) was seeing you spend lots of time in the kitchen to perfect making banana and strawberry baby snack puffs from scratch until the recall was over and the food was deemed safe to be consumed again by experts and Sirius himself. 

Hearing many iterations of how the newborn days and months go by so fast was difficult to believe at times, especially when you and Sirius were babysitting to let the exhausted parents get some sort of reprieve multiple times a month. It was almost always the same. Harry would sleep for four hours straight during the night, and almost hourly right after; and while you and sirius had gotten pretty good at dividing up the tasks like bottle feeding and nappy changes equally, the shrill cry of a hungry baby is difficult to ignore and sleep through. 

So despite of Sirius’s best efforts to crawl out of bed and tip-toe to the bassinet quietly not to wake your sleeping form, he gets sad but unsurprised to see you pad towards him and the baby, yawning soundlessly as you squeeze yourself between the soft armrest and Sirius’s side, head resting on his shoulder. It was his idea to get a spacious, soft recliner in the bedroom and it came in handy for situations like these, where getting back to bed once Harry sleeps is too risky as the boy would just wake up with the slightest movement, so the next best option was to try getting rest wherever you ended up in. The cries that once overpowered Sirius’s hushed whispers and cooing finally quiets down. A sigh of relief leaves both your lips, basking in the comfortable silence and bodies finding solace in each other’s warmth. 

You want to say so many things to your lovely boyfriend, things he just has to hear: that he’s doing such a great job, that you see him and all the extra steps he has to take to become and do better than what he was raised for, that you love him for every single bit of it— but the right words don’t come easy when sleep-deprived and exhausted at 4:25am in the morning. So you lift your lips up to meet his temple, the side of his mouth, then his lips; hoping it’d convey what words couldn’t at the moment. 

But time is an experienced thief. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of May and it was warm enough for you to whip out the frilly spring dresses that had been pushed to the back of your closet by the thick woolen coats from colder months. The boys had gone on a day trip to help Peter move into his first solo apartment, assembling furniture and stocking up on necessities to ensure he could survive on his own. Without the booming voices and bumbling energy of his father and godfather, little Harry had no choice but to match the calm and peaceful ambiance that you and Lily curated inside the Potter house. While it’s certainly different from what his everyday looks like (living with the likes of James), he seems to enjoy it. Gentle breeze from the windows Lily left open while she baked carry the smell of lemons and vanilla throughout the entire house, making it smell heavenly. You’d been sat on the floor by the dining table, surrounded by toy trains and colorful blocks, watching the ten-month-old munch on a toy graphorn adoringly. Recently, he’s been on a phase where he has to run anything he could get his hands on with his mouth. Some secret test or screening must be up there or something because that’s how Harry decides which toys are deserving of his attention for the day.

You’d picked up a toy set of magical creatures after work yesterday, and it won the almost toddler’s attention for the whole day. James had to snatch the toy niffler away from Harry’s grasp so he could say goodbye to his son and ask for a kiss. Safe to say there were no kisses exchanged because the little boy was too busy wailing and screaming at his father’s face. Lily had to create physical distance between her two boys so the younger one can calm down while the older got mopey. Sirius had to whisk his best friend away from the scene of the crime so that they can get on with the day, but not without leaving you a kiss. 

The said niffler had soon been replaced with the hippogriff, then now the graphorn, and it’s been sitting on your lap since. Harry suddenly pulls the toy graphorn out of his mouth with a resounding pop. You both share a second or two of shocked eye contact and silence, his bright green eyes wide with surprise, before triggering a belly flipping laughing fit. This child could shock himself with a sudden burp or an unexpected sound of hitting random things with a fork, and you’d laugh every single time like its the funniest cutest thing you’ve seen in your life. It’s likewise for the rest of the marauders. Being the first baby of the group had all the adults wrapped in his pudgy fingers and he has no idea. 

Harry’s eyes drop from your smiling face to the Niffler on your lap, and makes grabby hands. You almost, almost give in, but you decide to encourage him to go get it himself. Maybe today’s the day he starts to walk. You move to him a bit closer, probably a good seven baby steps in between. 

“You want the Niffler, bud? You have to go get it from me!” You make a show out of grabbing the toy from your lap multiple times, hoping it’d make sense to the little boy. 

He whines something sounding like your name and does more impatient grabby hands. But you weren’t giving up without a fight. “C’mon, Haz! You can do it,” you say enthusiastically. 

Harry did know how to stand and good thing you were both sat near the dining table chairs, so to alleviate some of your aunt guilt you tuck the niffler away and out of Harry’s reach, before helping him up to his feet and urging him to grab one of the chair legs for support. 

He stays upright, eyes still on the toy that you place again on your lap as you return to your original spot, and you clap with glee. “Great job, buddy! Okay, only a few steps to me and you’ll get the toy!”

Lily, curious to see the commotion happening on her kitchen floor, leans against the counter for a better view. Harry sees this and does the same thing, he looks at her pleadingly while making grabby hands and pointing to the niffler on your lap. You can tell the redhead’s fighting the mom urge to make her child’s life easier, but thank the heavens when she gives your same answer. She even moves to kneel beside you, waving to get her son’s attention and pointing at the niffler on your lap.

“C’mon, my sweet boy,” Lily says. “Mama knows you can do it!”

Motivated by frustration as his aunt and own mother won’t just hand him his goddamn toy, Harry whines angrily but makes a sideways step closer, death grip still on one of the chair legs. You and Lily squeal and clap in delight, urging the boy to do it again.

He makes a move for another step, but realizes that there’s no more legs to grab onto. Reluctantly, his right hand lets go and in turn faces you and Lily. This results in another round of applause, which serves like a drug to these little babies. 

An anxious expression fleetingly appears on his face as he looks to you both, but the encouragement and cooing seemed to scare those big feelings away. Determined, Harry makes an unsure step forward without support, which then makes both yours and Lily’s heartbeat jump. It all happened so quick, the fear of losing balance triggered Harry’s other leg catch him on impulse, then the same on the other leg, then the other. Harry’d made four successful steps on his own before his mom catches him in her embrace before he topples over to the floor.

You and Lily were a sobbing, exultant mess. Harry, clearly confused about the commotion, whines for the niffler while Lily kisses him all over his face. You hand it to his waiting palms like a trophy before ruffling his unruly hair.  An attempt for words has been made, but all that came from your mouth are garbled phrases about the miracle that just happened. Lily nods in agreement and you hug them both back. 

This ten-month old just walked. This is the same baby that kept you and Sirius up at night for his feedings. The same baby responsible for the drool and spit up marks on your shirts. The same baby that  laughs and babbles with you like he understands when you tell him random stories. The same baby that squeals in delight when you blow raspberries on his belly. 

It felt like he had just been born a few days ago, memories of changing hundreds of nappies and preparing bottles of milk still vivid in your mind. But it’s earth shattering to consider that he’s closer to being a one year old than to the little bundle handed to you by James in the hospital room. 

Time is unrelenting, stealing mundane moments behind your back and when you realize the loss, poof! The newborn you held in your arms is now a walking toddler. Soon, he’ll be the one talking your ears off, going to Hogwarts, driving a car.. You shiver at the thought. He was growing up so fast that blinking felt like cheating, afraid that you’ll miss a precious moment that you’ll never get back. 

His first birthday came in the same manner— too fast for both yours and Sirius’s liking, but the wistful feelings came with excitement as Harry being a toddler opened up lots more opportunities to play and discover the world around him. James and Lily had spent the whole month planning a big birthday bash to celebrate the kiddo’s life, inviting all their loved ones to share the special day with them. And with that, the pressure was on for Sirius, as the self-proclaimed best godfather to get the perfect first birthday gift.

It’s like the heavens knew it was a special day for you both that it made sure to put out the best shopping weather one could ever ask for—- not too warm or too cold. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which meant the adults were kept in workplaces and children sent to Hogwarts or in homeschooling, leaving Diagon Alley nearly deserted, minus the occasional stray shoppers entering and leaving shops here and there. Clad in color coordinated couples outfits (that was your thing recently, Sirius more than happy to oblige) and hand in hand, you begin the mission to locate Spintwitches Sporting Needs. 

Nostalgia always finds a way to seep into your bones whenever you find yourself in Diagon Alley. One blink and suddenly you’re ten again, both hands tucked in each parent’s as your mom pours over the list of school supplies you’ll need again for your first year at Hogwarts. You and Sirius see Ollivanders at a short distance and hear the entrance bell chime, the very same sound you heard when entering the shop for the first time, the shopkeeper taking one good look at you before immediately rummaging around the store, grabbing a specific box located on a random shelf four stories up. The look of confidence when he says it’s made just for you, a magical glow enveloping your tiny frame while opening the magenta box. That same magic guided you to a world where you truly belonged in, a castle that felt so much like home, and friends that soon became found family and lifelong partners. The thought of Harry soon experiencing these moments leaves a giddy feeling in your chest. 

The smoky sweet scent of freshly roasted chestnuts catches your attention and you discreetly look for the source of your favorite warm snack. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sirius (hardly nothing ever does, even the things you wish he’d miss or forget), and he gives your hand a small tug. You try to be aloof as you return his waiting gaze, complete with a quirk of your eyebrow, to which he responds with an impish smirk towards your bad acting.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that look, sweets.” The amusement in his voice is palpable as he steers you away from the main walkway and towards the small chestnut stall tucked in an alleyway, almost hidden by the bigger shops surrounding it.

“But, the store’s right there, Siri,” you try to protest. He had been anxious and stressed out about this day in particular, you knew if you were in his shoes, you’d be beelining to the store as soon as you get off the car. But he just shakes his head like its the obvious choice and nods towards the cart. “Can’t have my girl hungry now.” 

After a failed attempt of trying to pay for the warm brown bag (you were no match for Sirius’s lithe, agile fingers in basically everything), you accept it with a sigh, giving yourself a few seconds to sulk before starting on the chestnuts. You weren’t the best at accepting things from other people just because, it always felt like you had to do something in return for them just to deserve it. Maybe that’s why the universe conspired to have you meet and fall for Sirius, who is a very enthusiastic giver, teaching you hard lessons on the daily.

As you begin the journey back to the shop, you carefully crack open one and hold it up to Sirius’s mouth, to which he happily obliged. “Mm, somehow chestnuts taste better when you handfeed me, dove. Do it again.”

You roll your eyes in response, but you find your fingers starting to peel another. “You’re lucky you’re good looking, Black,” you mutter to save some face, that you weren’t head over heels for this man and he to you. That’s a conversation to be had in another, less stressful day. 

The shop, painted electric blue and orange, wasn’t hard to miss. One step in and the welcoming aroma of broom polish, rubber, and smoky wood brings you right back to the Quidditch locker rooms; memories of frantically lacing up your boots a minute or two after James called you as backup for an injured beater, helping Marlene comb out the tail end to fix the broom alignment after practice, and getting pinned to the cool lockers during post-win celebratory makeout sessions with Sirius, replaying vividly in your head. 

It looked deceivingly small on the outside; aside from the expansive selection of different broomstick models, they had books and magazines about Quidditch strategies and featured famous matches, repair and maintenance kits for maintaining broomstick qualities, complete Quidditch gear for all shapes and sizes, and tiny practice snitches flying around the room. Squint and it’ll just be like how each Hogwarts common room would be decorated when there’s a big Quidditch match between houses or international ones in the world cup: streamers and accessories like horns and banners representing each team, posters of Chudley Cannons and Holyhead Harpies (in opposing corners to prevent unsolicited fights) accompanied by autographs of famous players and collectibles littering almost every surface of the walls. It was Quidditch dreamland. 

Still in awe admiring the displays as you both walk through aisles hand in hand, Sirius breaks the silence first. “What do you think Harry will play as in Quidditch?”

You hum in response and he continues, running his hands through the bat display they had for little kids.  “I bet he’d be a beater like me. You remember how that punk hit me straight on the face last week?” 

You nod in amusement. Sirius had played it cool as he gently laid Harry back in his playpen, still laughing and cooing, then as soon as little Harry turned his back on his uncle, Sirius ran to you for first aid and whined the whole time you were healing the already forming bruise. But not a few hours later, he’s bouncing the baby in his arms again as he gave him a tour of the backyard. 

“Yeah, those little fists definitely pack a punch.”

“How about you, love?”

Sifting through a year’s worth of memories, it was surprisingly easy to find your answer. “I think he’ll follow James’s footsteps and be a seeker.” 

Sirius’s pout becomes evident, making you giggle and tug on his arm in efforts to cheer him up. “Think about it. Ever since prongslet got those glasses, it’s harder to hide anything from him now because his eyes are so quick. Poor Crookshanks too, that cat can’t catch a break now when Haz wants to play because he tracks its movements.” 

Sirius lets out a soft chuckle and slings his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer. “Good point, good point,” he repeats, seemingly deep in thought as his fingers run up and down the small of your arm. “We shall see, whatever he decides to play as, or if he even plays at all, I’ll be proud of him.”

You look up to him as he absentmindedly stares at the Quidditch gear sets for little kids, a light, wistful smile on his handsome features. He might not say it out loud, but the love he has for his godson reverberates through his being, and its a warming sight to see. 

Before you confess your love for your boyfriend in the middle of a Quidditch store, you whisk him away and towards the toy broom display, the only thing you were both here for. Only the big bright signs directed you to the right place, which didn’t prepare you at all for the heart exploding sight.

You’re about to burst into tears seeing how cute and tiny the little toy brooms were, and how they came in complete with tiny versions of the headlights, seats, and bag compartments the usual adult broom comes with. Both you and Sirius stood with mouths agape for a solid minute as you took in the expansive display, before your lovely boyfriend proceeds to pick out the most expensive one with the most features on it from the batch.

Surprisingly, it was you who reminded him to grab a helmet before running off to purchase the toy broom, the giddiness and excitement spreading between the two of you. The cashier gives both of you a knowing look as you and Sirius both mellowed down from full giggles to bashful smiles, examines the broom to be purchased, and asks, “For your little one?”

Now, you were no stranger to conversations like these with former lovers in the past, and you could almost hear the typical response of denial that comes swiftly with the question. It used to hurt, even if you knew by heart that that person didn’t have the fifth date potential or that it just wouldn’t last. It’s that unexplainable feeling of shame and rejection when they’d realize that it won’t work with you before you would, or if they answer with a laugh, as if having a future with you is an appalling thought. You’ve gotten better with it throughout the years, but for some reason your skin crawls with the thought of Sirius saying the same things. Years of desensitization down the drain, you find yourself bearing your entire soul to the man beside you the entire relationship, and he can easily break you into two with his response. You cross your fingers that he won’t.

He was already looking when your gaze met his, a look of softness and tenderness from him so profound you wondered if you were deserving of it. The surge of butterflies in your belly was all consuming. 

Sirius shifts uneasily and shakes his head, you prepare for the worst. “For our nephew, not for our own child..,” he pauses, glancing back at you for a quick second. “Yet. But if all goes according to my sneaky plan, we might be back sooner than she thinks.”

The cashier chuckles at your stunned reaction as you shift your focus between him and your boyfriend who was both furiously blushing and actively avoiding your stare. Did you just get a marriage proposal? 

Taking advantage of your confusion, Sirius pays for everything including the gift wrapping, which you had previously argued about who was responsible paying (you won, not that that matters now). You let him tug your arm and guide you out of the store, saying a quick thank you to the amused cashier. The influx of butterflies were back, tickling your insides and spreading warmth in each crevice. Just seeing Sirius handle the rambunctious mini James with care and glee, makes it so easy for you to imagine a life with him, and eventually have a little bean that’s equal parts of you and him. You hope they’d get the best parts of both.

No one brings it up as you began your journey back to the car and you’re grateful. Gift bag swinging on your arm, you drag Sirius to go get ice cream to which he happily obliges. 

A gentle quiet settles on accomplished shoulders like a warm blanket as you settle in the car. Strawberry and vanilla fudge ice cream sticky sweet on each other’s lips as you exchange cones every once in a while. It would be enough to lull you to sleep, if not for Sirius’s deep breaths and sighs, the thundering of his heart that he tries to quell by discreetly scratching a small part of the steering wheel where his thumb usually lay. 

He breaks the silence first, an uneasy tone making his voice seem small. “Do you think he’ll like it, dove?”

“Yes, Siri. I know he’ll love it.” You try your best to enunciate the right words, but a conflicted expression marrs his handsome features, sending a twinge to your heart. 

It comes to you before he speaks. This was something that had been plaguing Sirius’s mind for a while, occupying his dreams and thoughts, embedding itself to his mind and causing unwarranted amounts of stress. You resist the urge to fill in the blanks for him because it has to come from him and him only. 

But after everything he’s been through, what seems easy for most sometimes is the hardest to muster. “Siri,” you pause, waiting until he looks up at you and you keep his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His gray orbs still before the dam breaks. “I’m sorry, love.” He chokes. “If I’m being so difficult, irky, irritated, anxious, everything.”

Hot tears run down his cheeks and it’s a painful watch. wanting nothing but to wipe it off and tuck him in your embrace and promise him he won’t be hurt as long as you’re there, but you can’t. The best thing you could do for him is to let it all out and finally feel.

He stares ahead on the city road with fingers trembling on the wheel. “I’m just so scared. So scared. James and Lily have been amazing parents, I can’t say same thing for myself but I try my best. Sometimes I still feel like he deserves someone better to be his godfather,” he sobs. “I just love him so much. I want only the best for him. I just want him to be happy and healthy all the time.”

After a while, you say with a bittersweet tone. “You know we can’t promise that, Siri,” you sigh. “Storms will come and will do damage and hurt and things that we can’t undo,” you pause, sniffling as you take your right hand to guide him to face you again, vulnerable gray eyes meeting yours. “But you know what?”

You give him an assuring smile, speaking the truth. “He’s gonna be alright because little as he is right now, he is so loved and adored by so many people, so loved by his parents. And so loved by his godfather.”

It wasn’t said aloud, it doesn’t need to. Loud as it could be, Sirius knows what you’re about to say; that his ability to love despite of everything he’s been through, despite of his own family ruthlessly trying to rob him of the ability to do so. That’s the type of love that Sirius gives, a love that withstands rain and abandonment; a love that stays after a rough storm, offering a home always open to go to when times are rough and feelings are still hurt; a love that tells the truth even when its hardest to hear. 

You know all this as an easy fact because you’re at the receiving end. Even if you hadn’t heard it from his lips yet.

“Have I told you I love you?”

A watery smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. “No, but i feel it everyday.”

“I love you, Y/N.” It leaves his lips like breaths, naturally and easily. 

It’s the same thing for you, too. “I love you too, Siri.” 

And it ends with sticky kisses that taste of vanilla fudge and berries.

[catboybiologist]

Hm, so not the same anon as last time, but im interested (for science reasons), can trans women, after some time and with appropriate hormones, produce milk eventualy? Is it the same quantitiea as cis women or not?

Yes. Even cis men, with a relatively small course of non-replacement hormones, can produce a small quantity of milk.

Iirc (which I will verify later) Progestins are upstream of the production of prolactin, which is the primary signalling molecule that signals the mammary glands to produce milk. From what I know, some milk production can theoretically be regulated by fluctuating E levels directly, but this varies a lot.

Prolactin in cis men can cause them to lactate without any other effects of estrogen and progesterone. Progesterone in trans women can absolutely stimulate lactation, but any effect of progesterone requires you to be on E for a while beforehand, since progesterone receptors are regulated by E. Mechanical stimulation also helps, but of course, this varies a LOT, even in cis women.

From what I've heard anecdotally, trans women wanting to breastfeed (or produce milk for any other reason) usually at least kickstart things with prolactin supplements, but can keep it going with mechanical stimulation. Sometimes this can happen just with progesterone or E, though, although the quantity is much, much less.

While the exact extent of the results vary, this is def very well documented, and many trans women parents participate in breastfeeding their babies.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: After a harsh storm, there’s always a rainbow. Pairing: cashmere lop hybrid!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: established relationship, hybrid au, parent au,  Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: grief, anxiety, jealousy(?), mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of periods, crying, doctor’s office (obstetrician) Word Count: 2,105 Note: thank you to my darling @raibebe for beta reading this 💕

Cashmere Lop Jaemin masterlist || Neo Hybridverse masterlist

Before You Interact

The past few months have been hard. Since your miscarriage in May, it’s been hard to process much. Of course, you’re still the best mom you can be to Miyoung. When Haeyoung, Donghyuck’s daughter, was born in September though it was harder than you could’ve expected it to be. You and Donghyuck are friends, but seeing the small Shiba hybrid made your heart wrench in the saddest way possible. Despite being beyond happy for the couple, you couldn’t help but remember that your little girl was supposed to be born just two months later but would never arrive.

Still, despite that pain you and Jaemin’s relationship still thrives. Between long hours at the hospital and your darling one-year-old, you still find time for each other. You’ve expressed to your husband that you don’t particularly want to get pregnant again for a while. The grief that still wracks your body is hard as it is. Of course, you’d be happy if you did anyway. You still want more kids, and so does he. That lingering anxiety of not having a viable pregnancy is terrifying, though.

About a month after you met Donghyuck’s little girl, you started noticing small things changing. You’ve needed to use the bathroom a lot more often than normal. Typically, that wouldn’t bother you. After having Miyoung, it was a common occurrence; this was even more frequent than normal though. Then the tenderness in your chest started. Miyoung hasn’t nursed in a while, but you still supplement her diet with milk via bottle. She’s completely refused it the past week. After a bit of research, you learned that a baby will only refuse breastmilk if there’s a hormonal change in the mother. That’s when you start to panic. The panic solidifies further when you miss your period.

That night, while Jaemin was taking care of Miyoung, you went grocery shopping and bought a few pregnancy tests just to rule it out. Part of you hopes you’re not. The fear of miscarrying again is far too high. By the time you get home, you find Miyoung passed out on your husband’s chest while her favorite movie plays on the TV.

“Everything okay, love?” Jaemin asks quietly.

You nod, “Really tired, that’s all.”

Jaemin maneuvers his way to stand up and walk over to you. Miyoung still passed out on his shoulder.

“You’ve been really tired recently. You should get some more rest between shifts.” he worries, placing a kiss on your temple.

“I will. You get this little one to bed, and I’ll take care of the groceries, okay?”

Jaemin nods. His blueish-grey bunny ears swish with the movement. When the fur of his ear hits Miyoung slightly, the smaller tan hybrid whines and snuggles closer to her dad’s scent gland at the base of his neck. You place a kiss on your daughter’s head before kissing your husband one more time. 

You busy yourself with putting the groceries away. Once everything is put where it’s meant to be, you see the box of tests staring back at you. Worrying on your lower lip, you shove the boxes in your (Jaemin’s) hoodie pocket and bolt into the bathroom. Even with the bathroom door now securely closed, you feel the anxiety bubble up inside you. You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and your eyes instantly fall to the necklace around your neck. Jaemin had it made after your miscarriage. The caps to the pregnancy tests you took were crushed up, and put in resin to make small pendants. One charm is blue, while the other is pink. Taking it in your hand, you swirl the pendants between your fingers. A few deep breaths later, you shakily take a test out of the box and get the process started.

Normally it takes a while to have the results show in your past experiences with pregnancy tests. This time though, the moment the test touches the bodily fluid, there are two dark pink lines. An odd mix of anxiety and excitement swirls in your chest. You shake your head and take another test out of the box just to ensure it wasn’t a false positive. That, too, instantly shows two very dark pink lines indicating your pregnancy.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.” You hear Jaemin call through the door.

“Y-yeah,” You call back, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

You put the caps on the tests and hide them in your makeup before opening the door. Jaemin is still there waiting for you.

“Where are they?” He asks too calmly.

“What’re you talking about, Jaem?” You chuckle weakly.

“The tests. I saw them in the grocery bag.”

He brings a hand up to your necklace and plays with the charms. Small tears start to well up in his eyes before he looks back at you again.

“I know you’re scared. I can smell them, and I just want you to be honest with me.” He sniffles.

“Jaem…” you start.

“I’m scared too. After…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, “Maybe this is our little rainbow again. Miyoung is a rainbow, and maybe…”

You take his hand off of your necklace and guide him into the bathroom. After rooting through your makeup, you hand him both tests. Jaemin’s grey ears flop down in his face as he looks down at the two very obviously positive pregnancy tests. He sniffles a few more times before throwing himself toward you in a hug.

“Another little rainbow.” He muses through a few sniffles.

You wrap your arms tight around his neck, “A little rainbow.”

After the emotional night that was discovering your pregnancy, you do everything in your power to stay healthy and keep your baby safe. You talked with your supervisor about your hours and wanting to take a few less just to reduce any possible stress you may experience. Of course, being rather close with your supervisor, she’s very understanding. She was the one who helped you get into the hospital during your last miscarriage, and often times she’ll bring over her little girl, Azumi, to play. Azumi is six while Miyoung is only a year and a half old, but they still play as though they’re the same age. When Doyoung brings Soomin and Taehyun around, the four are nearly inseparable. Your supervisor recently adopted a second child, Haruto, but he still needs a bit to warm up to his sister and parents before being introduced to more kids.

Jaemin’s been waiting on your hand and foot to make sure you’re comfortable. Every time Miyoung acts like you’re a jungle gym, you swear you can see him cringe in concern. Even though this is your second child (and fourth pregnancy), you’ve never seen Jaemin so hellbent on making sure you’re not doing anything you don’t need to.

At the current moment, you, Jaemin, and Miyoung are getting ready for your obstetrician appointment. The anxiety that grows in you is still very much present. The last time you got to this point in your pregnancy, you miscarried. Today you’re finding out the sex of your baby. Unlike last time, the Lee family is unable to watch Miyoung, and you can’t find it in you to ask anyone else to take on that task for you. From your previous appointments, it’s clear that your baby is growing well and healthy. Their heartbeat is strong, and that’s all you could hope for right now. Even with that knowledge, though, the fear of miscarrying lingers.

“You ready?” Jaemin asks softly.

You watch Miyoung toddle ahead of you, walking up to the doctor’s office. A smile grows on your face seeing the excitement in her movement accompanied by the bouncing of her fluffy tan ears.

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m terrified. What if we get in there and find out that…”

“Darling, don’t worry about that. We’ve seen on every single visit that they’re healthy.”

“That doesn’t mean things can’t-”

Jaemin kisses you to stop your words, “Trust that everything will work out. We’re doing everything we can to ensure you and the baby are healthy.”

Despite his words, you can see the distant flicker of worry in his eyes. He gives you a gentle smile before zooming forward to lift your daughter off the sidewalk. Your one-year-old squeals with joy as her day swings her through the air as they climb the stairs. That interaction alone made warmth bloom in your chest.

Once you’re called back and situated in the office, you try to explain to Miyoung what’s happening. Only being one, she’s very confused about why her mommy has clear jelly on her belly, and she doesn’t. When your doctor walks in, you watch as Miyoung waddles over to her.

“Hello, little one.” she chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since the day I delivered you.”

“Jelly.” she pouts.

“Huh?”

You hear Jaemin stifle a laugh.

“Jelly. Want jelly, too.” your daughter huffs.

“Oh,” your doctor chuckles, “Mommy needs the jelly to see the baby. You don’t have any babies in your belly, silly girl.”

“Mimi, come here. We get to find out if you’re having a brother or sister today!” Jaemin enthuses.

Miyoung immediately toddles over to her dad and climbs up onto his lap. Your doctor goes through the standard procedures that you’ve heard a million and one times. Still, when the wand touches your belly, you jump at the cool metal. The machine is muted, you can’t hear your baby’s heartbeat, and that makes your anxiety jolt inside you.

“That’s odd.” Your doctor states.

“Please don’t tell me…”

“Oh, dear, no, no, no. They’re healthy. They both are.”

“Both?” Jaemin asks, voice hopeful.

“Both.” She conforms.

She turns the monitor, and you can see two babies facing each other. Both have rabbit ears developing on the top of their heads. At the bottom of the screen, you can see both heartbeats, strong as can be. You turn toward Jaemin and see the tears brimming his eyes. Miyoung wiggles in his hold and turns around to hold his face in her tiny hands.

“Daddy sad?” she questions, clearly very worried as to why her dad is about to cry.

“No, baby. I’m not sad.”

She gives him a confused look before nuzzling her cheek against his. He smiles brightly and holds her close to his body.

“Would you like to know what they are?”

“Please.” You nod, trying not to cry.

“Looks like baby A,” she starts, pointing at the first one, “is a girl. And baby B is a boy.”

This time, Jaemin can’t hold back his tears. He cries openly, and Miyoung does her best to tell her daddy not to be sad. She still hasn’t grasped the concept of happy tears yet. You smile brightly and wipe away a few stray tears of your own. Your doctor congratulates you and reassures you that both twins are healthy and developing normally. After resituating your clothing, you take your ultrasound pictures, and the three of you head back to the car.

“Miyoung’s excited.” Jaemin muses, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I know. She’s going to be a great big sister.” You smile, taking Jaemin’s free hand in yours.

“I’ve been thinking of a few names already.” Jaemin smiles, “I personally don’t want them to have coordinating names… it feels tacky.”

“I agree.” You chuckle.

“I like Seojun for our little boy. I know we haven’t seen him yet, but I think it’ll suit him.”

You look back at Miyoung when you hear her whine slightly in her sleep. She’s perfectly fine. She just got annoyed with her fluffy ear getting in her way again. You chuckle slightly before looking back to your husband. His eyes are still trained on the road, but his side profile is enough to have you swooning.

“For our second little girl?” You ask.

“Chaewon.”

“You’ve had a list of baby names for a while, haven’t you?” “Of course! We’ve always planned to have more than just Miyoung, I had to be prepared!”

“I like both of those names. They’re already perfect, I know it.”

Jaemin gives a curt nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You giggle before falling into silence. There’s something lingering in the air still. The excitement is palpable, but there’s something melancholic that lies below it.

“You’re still scared something’s going to happen.” He notes.

“You are too.” You deflect.

“With two of them, it feels like more can go wrong.” He sighs, “We’ll do everything we can to protect our double rainbow, right?”

“Right.” You smile, “Our little double rainbow.”

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