In 1953 my late father was an American physician doing a fellowship in radiation therapy (they call it radiation oncology today) at the Christie Hospital in Manchester, England.
The hospital, like most, had a maternity ward.
The venerable Guinness company would supply, free of charge, a keg of beer or more every week, to allow the mothers (expectant, in early labor, and post partum) to drink Guinness ad libitum while confined to the ward.
I don’t always breast feed, but when I do ...