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Bertha Johanna
Moms Nipples Are Mine: Why Every Baby Believes Moms Chest Is Their Personal Property and How Moms Learn to Adapt
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7309997Moms Nipples Are Mine: Why Every Baby Believes Moms Chest Is Their Personal Property and How Moms Learn to Adapthttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/moms-nipples-are-mine--why-every-baby-believes-moms-chest-is-their-personal-property-and-how-moms-learn-to-adapt-9798230687832/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6884367/image.jpg?v=638759310473770000387387MXNGandhiInStock/Ebooks/6947380Moms Nipples Are Mine: Why Every Baby Believes Moms Chest Is Their Personal Property and How Moms Learn to Adapt387387https://www.gandhi.com.mx/moms-nipples-are-mine--why-every-baby-believes-moms-chest-is-their-personal-property-and-how-moms-learn-to-adapt-9798230687832/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6884367/image.jpg?v=638759310473770000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20259798230687832_W3siaWQiOiIxMGUyZDc0YS1lMDQwLTQ0MmItYTE5NC0wNjkyZDM0OTkzYWQiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjQxMCwiZGlzY291bnQiOjAsInNlbGxpbmdQcmljZSI6NDEwLCJpbmNsdWRlc1RheCI6dHJ1ZSwicHJpY2VUeXBlIjoiSXBwIiwiY3VycmVuY3kiOiJNWE4iLCJmcm9tIjoiMjAyNS0wNi0wNlQxMzowMDowMFoiLCJ0byI6IjIwMjUtMDYtMzBUMjM6NTk6NTlaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX0seyJpZCI6IjQ4MmE4NTFiLTc3YWQtNGE0ZS04ODY4LWJlNjJlMjcwYzA3MiIsImxpc3RQcmljZSI6Mzg3LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjozODcsImluY2x1ZGVzVGF4Ijp0cnVlLCJwcmljZVR5cGUiOiJJcHAiLCJjdXJyZW5jeSI6Ik1YTiIsImZyb20iOiIyMDI1LTA3LTAxVDAwOjAwOjAwWiIsInJlZ2lvbiI6Ik1YIiwiaXNQcmVvcmRlciI6ZmFsc2V9XQ==9798230687832_<p>The moment a newborn latches on, a silent contract is signed. In the mind of an infant, a mothers chest isnt just a source of nourishmentits home base, a personal possession, a space that belongs exclusively to them. There is no negotiation, no boundary, no concept of sharing. A mother quickly learns that her body is no longer her own, that her breasts are now the center of a new world order dictated by hunger, comfort, and an unspoken claim that overrides personal space.</p><p>Days blur into nights as feeding schedules take over. The delicate balance between nourishment and exhaustion plays out in dimly lit rooms, where a mothers identity shifts into something entirely unfamiliar. The body that once belonged to her is now a lifeline, a tool, a never-ending buffet that opens on demand. Whether she planned to breastfeed or stumbled into it, the moment the latch happens, everything changes. The reality is not just physicalits mental, emotional, and deeply personal.</p><p>The instinct to provide is immediate, primal, and inescapable. But with that instinct comes an entirely new landscape of challenges. The tug-of-war between nurturing and reclaiming personal autonomy begins early. Babies dont just eat; they seek comfort, connection, and familiarity. They learn to associate warmth and safety with a mothers chest, refusing substitutes, resisting bottles, and demanding access on their terms. The once-clear line between nourishment and emotional dependency vanishes, leaving mothers caught between biology and modern expectations.</p><p>Breastfeeding isnt just about milk. Its about an unspoken dialogue between mother and child, a dance that fluctuates between joy and depletion. Some moments feel magicalwhen tiny fingers grasp, when eyes lock in sleepy satisfaction. Other moments feel suffocatingwhen nothing else soothes, when exhaustion sets in, when the weight of constant accessibility becomes overwhelming. The world expects gratitude, but the reality is far more complex.</p><p>A mothers identity shifts as her body transitions into a source of survival. Intimacy changes. Boundaries blur. The exhaustion is real, but so is the quiet beauty of the bond being formed. Society tells mothers to cherish these moments, yet no one warns them about the emotional weight that comes with always being needed, always being claimed. They are expected to surrender, yet also to remain whole. To be selfless, yet to function as individuals. The contradiction is impossible to ignore.</p><p>Babies dont know schedules. They dont understand personal space. They only know instinct. They reach, they root, they claim. Their world is small but absolute, and their mothers chest is the center of that universe. The journey isnt just about breastfeedingits about the transformation of motherhood itself. Its about adapting, learning to balance, redefining personal boundaries, and finding a way to exist in this new dynamic without losing oneself.</p><p>Understanding the dynamic between mother and baby changes everything. The power struggle isnt one-sidedboth are learning, both are adapting. Babies dont demand out of malice; they demand out of instinct. They arent trying to deplete; they are trying to survive. Their need is deep, but so is a mothers. Recognizing this helps shift the perspective from sacrifice to adaptation, from exhaustion to acceptance, from feeling overwhelmed to understanding that this stage, no matter how consuming, is temporary.</p><p>This book is for the mothers who feel like their body is no longer their own, for those who love their baby fiercely yet crave a moment to themselves. Its for the women who never imagined how much of themselves they would give and are searching for a way to balance their new reality. Its for those who are tired, overwhelmed, in love, and in limbo. The journey is not about perfection. Its about learning, adjusting, and embracing both the joys and the struggles without guilt.</p>...9798230687832_M. Sylvialibro_electonico_9798230687832_9798230687832Bertha JohannaInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-36d94cb9-fd55-4781-9ed1-8a91b3c78350.epub2025-02-19T00:00:00+00:00M. Sylvia