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'It was like my son was repelled by me and my needy breasts'

Breastfeeding doesn't always go to plan, writes Sophie White, as she recounts two very different experiences feeding her children

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Writer Sophie White pictured with her breast pump and baby bottles at her home in Dublin. Picture: Frank McGrath

Writer Sophie White pictured with her breast pump and baby bottles at her home in Dublin. Picture: Frank McGrath

Writer Sophie White had private lactation consultations. Photo: Frank McGrath

Writer Sophie White had private lactation consultations. Photo: Frank McGrath

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Writer Sophie White pictured with her breast pump and baby bottles at her home in Dublin. Picture: Frank McGrath

Acquiring a brand new bodily function fairly late in life is a strange experience. For 25 years, my breasts had been my constant companions, rarely thought of except when compared unfavourably with All Saints and Kelly Brook. To me, they were dismal mammaries, disappointing in dimension and providing no tangible use, until of course they roared to life when I was 28 years old and pregnant. That was when they proudly announced themselves as a bold new component of my body, ready to assert their independence and eschew any of my attempts to tame or control them.

It was a breast rebellion.

As evidenced by the mode in which they chose to announce this new mammary emancipation.