Recently, I was strolling around downtown San Clemente with the kiddos and a friend of mine. Hayden started screaming, and I, being the mother of the year, didn't bring a bottle and bottles were the best way to actually make her eat at that time.
But this is when she and I turned a page in our nursing adventure together.
I had my boob. A hungry baby. And she latched. And drank. Right there on the curb in downtown San Clemente. No nursing wrap. So we walked. Talked. And shopped. All while Hayden nursed.
And you know what? I didn't even care that I wasn't covered. I don't know what passersby thought, because I just didn't care. My baby was hungry. And she was feeding from me, which up until that moment was a huge feet for us.
The fact is, I've now nursed two babies. In public. Combined for 18 months. I've never been told to stop. I've never noticed disgusted looks or heard nasty comments.
Don't get me wrong... I'm sure those looks and comments are there. Other nursing mamas have recounted appalling tales. But I guess I have chosen to pay the comments and looks no mind and I have never noticed them.
But, a baby's gotta eat. From a boob or a bottle. They just need to eat.
-- Post From My iPad
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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I wish I could think of a perfect comment for this, but I can't. Instead, just know that I WAS SO EXCITED reading this post =)
ReplyDeleteThanks. You know that was tough for us, but we did it! She is officially a boob fiend like her sister.
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