I will breastfeed anywhere, anytime, no matter who's around.
This means that I have breastfed Lucas pretty much anywhere you can imagine. Here are some of my favorites:
--the waiting room at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. My brother Daniel chose to go through to receive his endowments when Lucas was about two weeks old. I didn't want to give him a bottle at such a young age (I was TERRIFIED of nipple confusion), so Cole and I brought the kids along, and my sister watched them in the waiting room during the session.
--Walking through Wal-Mart. This is one I'll never do again...my arms got WAY too tired. Also, I used my sweatshirt as a cover for this one.
--on TRAX. Cole's brother Adam got married two months after Lucas was born, and his rehearsal dinner was downtown. We rode TRAX. Two-month-old Lucas got hungry. I fed him.
--Any number of restaurants. I went with my mom and sister to drop my youngest brother off at the MTC, and we had lunch at Red Robin before he reported. I nursed Lucas there.
--Sacrament meeting. I didn't feel strongly about going to the mother's lounge. Besides, during the summer, ours has a tendency to smell like dirty diapers. Yuck.
--Young Womens. Right during the lessons, right next to some of the girls. No one even batted an eye.
Since I've been fortunate to stay home with my kids, I haven't really ever had a feeding schedule for Lucas. He's been able to eat whenever he's hungry when we're at home, so why should I try to put him on a schedule if I have plans to go somewhere? Why should I pump milk and take it with me when he can get it straight from the source? Typically, I don't see the need to find a quiet place to sit down and nurse, because usually, that takes longer than feeding Lucas does--he's kind of a snacker these days (although I do see the merit in finding a quiet spot removed from action and noise, because sometimes, Lucas is also easily distracted. Plus, it's just nice to have peace and quiet with your baby).
Does this mean that I "whip it out"* anytime I feel like it? Of course not. I have said before that I almost always use a cover. I can think of only two instances where I have nursed uncovered (obviously, this does not include in my home, my parents' home, or the mothers' lounge at church--all places I feel a cover is unneccesary).
Instance 1: Lucas was about two months old. We were at the Payson city public pool, where my grandparents throw an annual end-of-summer swimming party. My bathing suit was of the halter-top variety, so it was easy for me to untie it at the neck, pull down one side, and feed Lucas. However, it was windy, and, no matter what I did, I couldn't get my nursing cover to stay put. I panicked just a little bit, but my mom, ever supportive, told me, "Just feed him without the cover. No one's paying attention anyway." So I did. And, as far as I could tell, no one was paying attention.
Instance 2: This happened just two weeks ago. Kyle was at Primary Children's Hospital. The staff only allowed two adults in the room at a time, and I was sitting in the waiting room while Cole and my dad gave Kyle a blessing. Lucas did his familiar "Mom, I'm hungry" whine and started "assuming the position." Unfortunately, I had forgotten the diaper bag and his blanket in the hospital room with Kyle. Lucas can be fairly impatient, so rather than risk the entire hospital hearing the sounds of his hungry wrath while I went to get his blanket, I fed him then and there.
*interjection: this phrase has always amused me. It makes it sound like I wield my breasts like a Wild West gunslinger--"You feelin' lucky, Lucas?" I assure you, there has never been any "whipping" of any kind. In fact, I'm sure that would be rather painful.
For me, nursing uncovered is the exception, not the rule. I feel much more comfortable keeping my business my business, if you know what I mean. But, in these cases, the needs of my child superceded my need for comfort. Fortunately, it wasn't really a problem in these two instances.
|SO glad this hasn't happened to me!|
|This is exactly how I'll feel when it's time to wean Lucas|