Some people have a comfort blanket – I have a comfort boobie.

Hello everyone, my name is Will, and I am a breastmilk addict. I am 14 months old and I had my first drink when I was when I was less than an hour old. My mother made me do it, but very soon I didn’t want anthing else. And now, I need a drink to sleep at night. I can’t even think about waking up in the morning without a drink. In fact I am told I look just like Daddy before his first coffee in the morning.



Tastes sooo good – better than chocolate.

During the day I like my regular top ups, but I can cope if she’s at work. I’m not fooled by fake boobies or fake milk. They say she espressos or something at work, but seriously, you don’t reheat a souffle. Why do grownups think something that is light and refreshing when I want it  that way, then creamy and filling when I need it, can be just replaced by some one size fits all drink?

When she comes home, I need her milk, like straightaway. Mummy and Daddy say I get really mean, but they don’t understand that when I say I need it. I NEED it. One time we were out and Mummy insisted on paying for the cat food first, so I pulled her top down and flashed the cashier.

Don't get between me and my boobie milk.

Don’t get between me and my boobie milk.

But this week Mummy read something from The Lancet. She says they are a really respected medical journal. Lots of really smart people have read all the research, worked out what gave accurate results and came to a really exciting conclusion.

If breastfeeding did not already exist, someone who invented it today would deserve a dual Nobel Prize in medicine and economics. For while “breast is best” for lifelong health, it is also excellent economics. Breastfeeding is a child’s first inoculation against death, disease, and poverty, but also their most enduring investment in physical, cognitive, and social capacity.

Plus the World Health Organisation says I should get breastmilk for a minimum of 2 years. So it looks like I won’t be stopping anytime soon.

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