 usually comment on reddit but OP you really take the cake with your lack of insight. What you're proposing to do is utterly stupid, throwing money at problems does not make them go a away, especially when you're dealing with human emotion. 
Your ego is so big that you honestly think you're so important to the survival of not just your family but probably the planet too, and that they should all feel so very grateful, yuk. 
Take a step back and go get some counselling regardless of whether your ex-wife wants it or not. You clearly need it and hopefully it will hold up a mirror up to that giant arse head of yours.Stories first fairy tales I heard were breathed to life by the quivery voice of a great aunt who looked after me while my parents were at work. The princesses in the stories she told always lost their hearts, their loves, and in short order, their lives, and were buried, often, at the back of their houses in unmarked graves. I remember staring wide-eyed at my great aunt, my mouth gaping, and my mind racing with images of these princesses who, according to their descriptions, could be my older sisters. They lived such fantastic lives, went on adventures, loved, and died refusing to submit. They were the magic I wished to be..
Books in Fiji are hideously expensive. As a kid with very little spending money, I had to get creative with my methods to gain reading materials. There is one public library in the city of Lautoka where I went to school. Their offerings in my time were…bleak, to say the least. When I was ten, I had read everything I wanted to read in the children’s section. When I tried to take out a book designated “Adult,” the librarian kindly told me that I needed my dad’s signature to turn my library card into one that could take out any book my heart desired to. You have to understand that we lived in village seven kilometres away from the city and I wasn’t willing to go home, get the signature, and come back. I was desperate. So, I forged my dad’s signature, fooled the librarian, and got to check out the books I wanted to. It was a small victory but one that I, nevertheless, savoured.
The library only allowed us to check out two books at a time and this was in no way enough for us. My cousins and I would save the thirty cents we would each get as allowance every day and every Friday we would sneak away from the bus station and follow the path between the vegetable and fish markets to the back of the town where giant mango trees grew. Beside these trees, in a shabby complex, was a thrift store that was more precious than candy stores to us. This store got its stock from Australia and often had used books on sale. There were two barrels full of old books in varying conditions. We spent carefully timed half-hours searching for books in there. Sometimes we got lucky; sometimes we went back emptyhanded. I once found a copy of Anne of Green Gables with no front cover. Something about it appealed to me so I read it. Though she was no princess, (through no lack of effort on her part), Anne’s adventures led me to the same place as my great aunt’s stories; my imagination was newly set ablaze. I became even more determined to find a story that I could belong in.
In Fiji, students who come first, second, or third in their class get a book prize at the end of the year. This was a somewhat extreme way to get books but I was desperate. After we moved to Canada, finding books became a lot easier but to my surprise, finding myself in stories became even more difficult. No matter the genre, people who looked like me or had names that sounded like mine were either completely missing from the narratives, were soon dead best friends, or were antagonists that met tragic ends. Still, the libraries here in Canada have a fifty-book limit and I refused to believe that I wouldn’t be able to find a book that gave me the reflection I was so thirsty for.
It took a long while but I finally came across Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson. I was blown away by the entire book but especially by Dina, a female character who wears the hijab. It was the first time I had come across someone who looked like me, lived in a culture similar to mine, in a speculative novel. The experience was electrifying. As weird as it may sound, at that moment, I felt seen. I felt acknowledged. Reading Dina gave my stories weight and my voice depth. I felt that I existed beyond the boundaries of my mind..
I was a little girl who lived on a small island in the South Pacific. The books I read and the stories within them gave me multiple names, multiple selves, and a range of experiences. Perhaps someday someone will find an old battered copy of The Candle and the Flame just like I found my coverless copy of Anne of Green Gables. Perhaps they, too, will read the story within with eyes racing across the pages and breaths bated. Perhaps their imaginations, too, will be set ablaze, just like mine was. Just like mine still: But despite all of the positives, there are some things about breastfeeding that can get pretty annoying — namely, leaking. There's nothing worse than being out and realizing you have two growing wet marks by your nipples. It's even worse when you wake up in a puddle of your own milk and begin to question everything about breastfeeding. Luckily, leaking doesn't last forever and learning how to stop your breasts from leaking can give you a head start on your body's natural process as your supply regulates.
It can be frustrating to deal with boobs that seem to leak at random times, but the good news is that leakage gets better with time. Arming yourself with a few tips on how to minimize leakage from the get-go can work wonders for regulating your supply and keeping the "leaky" period of time as short as possible.
As stated above, leaking should get better over time. According to LLLI the beginning months are often the worst because your milk supply is still balancing. Most women notice a dramatic decrease in leaking after the first few weeks or months postpartum. Similarly, with subsequent children leaking will probably minimize too.
Baby Center noted that leaking can be due to engorgement or overly-full breasts from not nursing enough or skipping sessions. To avoid this, nurse as often as possible or use your breast pump to relieve engorgement before leaking becomes a problem.
To avoid leaking through your bra and onto your shirt, invest in some nursing pads ($13). You can buy disposable nursing pads to take with you on the go, or invest in some washable ones to use over and over.
LLLI suggested that moms try applying some pressure to their breasts when they notice unwanted leaking or letdown reflex. You can do it subtly by simply crossing your arms, or actually using your hands to apply pressure until the "tingling" of letdown stops. Eventually, your body will train itself to only letdown when you need to nurse.
The worst (and most embarrassing) moments are when you're unprepared for leakage and have nothing to do but rock your wet t-shirt look. Being sure to always have a few nursing pads and maybe even a spare bra or shirt with you at all times will give you a sense of security in case something does happen.
Furthermore, being sure to nurse before you go out, or pump as needed will ensure your breasts don't become overly full.Virtual reality is slowly taking the world by storm. Sure it is nothing like James Cameron’s Avatar and his venture into 3D,...
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