Stacey waved at her guys and left the apartment with mixed feelings. As she grabbed Mikey’s stroller to use it as a shopping cart for her trip to the local convenience store, she thought about Jim’s sudden change and his words, „we could try weaning him.“ In the elevator, she looked at her chest in the wall-covering mirror, her enlarged nipples slightly visible through her shirt. It was hard to deny by now – her milk was somehow responsible for the recent changes.
Mike had lost half his remaining age and Jim had somehow gained some weight and that huge beard… ‚because of my boobs‘, Stacey mumbled to herself. „Gosh, that’s so weird!“ she sighed. Maybe Jim was right, maybe she should wean Mikey right away – who knew what the next changes would bring. He might become even younger, and Stacey might end up with him in her womb after all. On the other hand, Stacey felt that in a way the changes were a good thing. As Jim had said, they were adjusting to life as a family, all three of them changing to become more suited to their role. Stacey wasn’t quite sure how Jim’s beard would make him an even better Dad, but it did look kind of right on him. Still, to protect Mike from further regressions it would probably be best to wean him and switch to baby food or just kid-friendly versions of the meals Stacey and Jim ate - they'd have to cut back on the ordering out and cook their own meals more often though. On the other hand, Stacey was beginning to like breastfeeding…
On the walk to the store, pushing the empty stroller, she realized how much she’d missed her baby today. She’d volunteer for bedtime duty, assuming Mikey wasn’t out cold by the time she came back, and kind of hoped he’d want a nighttime snack later in the evening.
Their sudden start to breastfeeding had gone surprisingly well, all things considered. She was getting used to her letdown reflex, the surprising force of Mikey’s little mouth on her nipples and the impressive amount of milk she produced, although pumping was still a bit awkward and made her feel a bit like a milking cow.
But Stacey loved the intimate, calm moments of bonding with Mikey. She wasn’t sure she’d have felt those incredible surges of love for the tiny person that used to be just her boyfriend’s friend without the nursing sessions and the hormonal changes in her body. And it was so convenient – when Mikey got hungry, they just needed a place to sit and some minutes to themselves. His favorite food was always right there, at just the right temperature, perfectly healthy and made by her body for free. While breastfeeding at church on Sunday, she’d silently thanked the Lord for letting her provide sustenance this way – and for finally giving her the breasts she’d prayed and waited for throughout her teens.
Just when she reached the store, a familiar voice greeted her. „Hey, Stacey!“, her friend Moira called out from across the road. Stacey suddenly realized she’d quickly have to come up with an explanation for the stroller, a more plausible one than her roommate suddenly having turned into her baby.