When it comes to parenting and almost every other aspect of our relationship, I'm happy to report that my partner and I are (usually) on the same page. Sure, we disagree from time to time and are different, individual beings who have our own set of beliefs, but we operate under the constant assumption that we'll both strive to understand one another and show empathy when we can't. However, there are more than a few breastfeeding moments my partner just can't understand, which in when the aforementioned empathy (as well as support and acknowledgement of my own feelings and circumstances) becomes ridiculously important.
Now, this isn't a shot at my partner. I mean, he's a cisgender male, so he simply cannot understand what it's like to breastfeed a child because he, you know, physically can't breastfeed. Just like he couldn't understand pregnancy and he couldn't understand labor and delivery, and just like I can't possibly understand what it's like to watch your partner go through something you really and truly don't have any control or knowledge of. And, of course, my partner didn't need to live through breastfeeding himself in order to be the kind of supportive partner I needed. Instead, simply listening, showing solidarity, researching and educating himself to the best of his ability, and accomplishing the parenting responsibilities he was physically capable of doing, made it easy to consider breastfeeding "my thing" while simultaneously knowing we were still an equal team.
I guess, if I'm being terribly honest, it would have been nice for my partner to really and truly know the following. Then again, there's something to be said for enjoying a moment that only you can live through and experience and overcome and find happiness in. Sometimes I really loved the fact that breastfeeding was something only my baby and I shared. It was "just us" for a little while there and, well, that was nice.