LOL, Mrs Wbill had a run-in with a nurse who one of them, still refers to her as "The Boob Nazi". Approximately it was:
Nurse: "This is how you *will* (note the 'will') be nursing your newborn. First, you'll..."
Mrs WBill: "Thanks very much, but we've done this before. I've got a plan, it works well. But thanks for coming by."
Nurse: "I'm sorry, perhaps you misunderstood or weren't paying attention. This is how you'll want to handle..."
Mrs WBill: "No, we're all set. You can leave anytime you want."
Nurse: "I guess that I just didn't make myself clear...."
And that's where it got ugly. I just stayed quietly in the corner, while my lovely wife took this annoying busybody apart into little pieces until she finally ran out of the room. I know when I'm way out of my league. Don't mess with someone undergoing postpartum mood swings! :-)
FWIW, my lovely wife pumped. That let me catch the nighttime feedings and whatever else was needed. Which was great, I worked all day, little guy was going to bed about the time I was getting home, so middle of the night was "guy time". :-) She'd be due for another turn at the pump (and a snack for WBill Jr), about the time I was ready to get to bed at 2-3am. Easy Peasy.
You sound like a great guy. :o)