Marit about big breast fable: ‘Pamela’ and ‘Anderson’ let me down’

Image: Laurens Eggen

Large breasts contain more milk. That is a myth that I can confirm based on my own experience. Pamela and Anderson, as I had come to jokingly call my front after my breasts grew three cup sizes during pregnancy, abandoned me. And that while in my pregnancy I thought I could fill dozens of glass bottles to revive the old profession of milkman. He had gone all over the street to supply my neighbors with my supplies.

Boob job

But nothing turned out to be less true. I produced no more milk than a woman with cup size A. And that in itself is a fair distribution of nature, but it was not really practical. For my little daughter was dwarfed by my bosom. When I wanted to feed her in the Madonna position, her head was smaller than the breast she had to latch onto and her entire body completely disappeared under the other one. And if I had thrust, it was already a party. Then it seemed like I was someone who had done a boob job against all advice while she already had a cup size G.

“My little daughter was nothing compared to my bosom”

Mistake, thanks

From a biological point of view, I think nature should fix this little mistake. Breasts that grow like this must also yield something. And I don’t just mean my husband’s happy face. Now that I am phasing out breast milk, things have calmed down. Bye Pamela, bye Anderson. You were nice to my husband. A little less for my back.