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I breastfed my daughter until she was three. One night I came home at 3am after drinking a copious amount of wine, she came in for a feed a couple of hours later and promptly spat it out! ‘Mummy, your milk’s disgusting!’
Once I was watching my 1 yo goddaughter, and my house isn’t baby proof at all—there’s a bunch of stairs and breakable stuff everywhere—so I took her car seat out of the car, strapped her in, and put her on a chair next to me to watch cartoons.
I refuse to tell my boyfriend that I can’t have kids because of my ovarian cancer, which ended with me having everything reproductive cut out. He wants kids and constantly tells me that we’d make a perfect family. I’m afraid he’ll leave me if I tell him.