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A mom in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, is furious after she caught her nanny drinking her breast milk — for the second time.
The 27-year-old mother of two, identified by her surname, Lin , had given birth less than a month before when she first caught her nanny guzzling the stuff, Taiwan News reports .
Lin was disturbed, but let the 58-year-old off with a warning: “In the future, if my daughter is full, please feed the rest to my [2-year-old] son.”
All was forgiven, but not forgotten. On Sept. 12, Lin noticed that a bottle of milk had been drained suspiciously quickly — so she turned to nannycam footage.
At first, all seemed fine: The nanny was bottle-feeding her 1-month-old daughter.
But then, the caretaker “glared” at the security camera — and, with baby and bottle in tow, moved across the room, away from the camera’s lens.
Only she didn’t move far enough, because she was still in the frame when she proceeded to chug the remainder of the bottle.
Lin confronted the nanny, who admitted that she did it, but didn’t apologize.
Lin told local news media that the nanny said she had “only drunk a little” and accused her employer of being “ungenerous” and “mean.”
According to Taiwan News, the nanny even sent Lin a hostile message: “The previous mother I worked for let me take her breast milk home, and if the baby had not finished it, she would not make a big deal about it . . . It really is one grain of rice that can feed a hundred people. I originally did not want to go to your home, anyway.”
The nanny reportedly also claimed to suffer from anemia — a blood disorder that can cause iron deficiency — and didn’t want to waste the milk. (Lin pointed out that the remainder was meant to go to her son. And the Daily Mail adds that doctors advise anemia patients to drink fewer dairy products, since calcium makes it more difficult for the body to absorb iron.)
Lin called the social welfare department, which decided that the nanny’s behavior wasn’t misconduct —just unprofessional. The nanny reportedly has found work at a kindergarten.

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"I was an unseasoned single mom… I was curious… I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man drink my milk." -From a piece in which a new mother breast-feeds her date.
Specifically, it's a excerpt from Unbuttoned: Women Open Up About the Pleasures, Pains, and Politics of Breastfeeding , and Rachel Sarah explains how she went from nursing her daughter to letting her blind date suckle. She writes:
My breasts had always been one of the most sensual parts of me. Before motherhood, when a man put his lips around my nipple, it made my body rain — not a light sprinkle, either. If I slept with a man as a nursing mom, my breasts would rain on him.
And yet, at the urging of a friend, Sarah went on a blind date with a lawyer. She was late, and explained that it was because she'd been nursing. Her date found this exciting:
"A woman who's lactating!" he said, way too loudly. "What a turn-on!"
Instead of running away, Sarah took the guy home.
As my daughter slept in the other room, I let him unbutton my blouse and run his mouth across the edge of my bra. I let him touch me. When I started to leak, he was ecstatic. He told me that he'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life.
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While men drinking breast milk is certainly not new — surely it must have been attempted since the dawn of time — the idea of it does seem to fall squarely on the line between appealing and unappealing. It's easy to be squicked out by thinking about a man being "babied." Infantilization and sex are an odd combination, to many. On the other hand, should nipples be off-limits during sex just because a woman is nursing? And what about the new mother's feelings? Perhaps it seems more strange because the man in this story was a blind date and not Sarah's boyfriend, husband, or father of her child. But people who barely know each other have sex and exchange bodily fluids all the time. As for Sarah, she concludes:
But this is what mattered most: He wanted me as I was, and I didn't have to hide any of it.

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Christine Leeb--Speaker and Christian Family Coach specializing in Parenting and Child Discipline. Founder of Real Life Families --a non-profit organization building better families through free classes and resources. Mother to three awesome (and exhausting) children from whom she shamefully hides brownies. Wife to one patient (and polar-opposite) husband with whom she constantly quotes "Friends". www.RealLifeFamilies.org
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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“I feel like I’m right in the middle of that rain shaft, suspended over the ocean,” I told my husband as we waited out a Florida afternoon rain on our hotel balcony. “There’s light and beauty all around me, but I feel like I’m just lost in that storm.” Just two nights before, we awoke to the cries of our 11-year-old son, the pain in his right lower abdomen so great that he woke up from a deep sleep. Our vacation took a solemn turn as my husband loaded him up in our rental car and drove to a children’s...
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I lay face down on the floor, praying. Praying in the loosest sense of the word. Praying in the Romans 8:26 way—you know, when the Spirit “intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” Because I could not utter any actual coherent thoughts at that point. I was weary and beaten down. Day after day I had been in combat, battling an opponent I didn’t anticipate: one of my children. My own child, one of the people I had lovingly grown inside my body and loved sacrificially for all these years, had staunchly and repeatedly put himself in opposition...

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