I have reached another parenting or mothering milestone. I have now nursed in public. Wee! Well, I wish it went that well. Here's how the beautiful moment actually went down:We arrived at Andrew's best friend's birthday party, which was held at an indoor soccer facility. Yum.) There were games being played and watched all around me. The hostess of the party, a fellow nursing mom, said I could sit at the party picnic table and nurse.
All the party people were either playing or watching their kids, so I could nurse subtly. I would alone-ish. I can do this. Cue the deep breath and positive self talk reminding myself that I have every right to do this, it's normal, beautiful, blah blah blah.
I get the baby out of the car carrier sitting on one bench of the picnic table and I sit on the udder side (Get it? Ha.) Anyway, I cover myself with my Hooter Hider, pop out the boob, and attempt to latch the baby.
Here's where the fun begins. The soccer ball slams against the nearest goal, so Caroline jerks her right arm, which pulls up the Hooter Hider. AHHH. I pull back in response subsequently shaking the picnic table, which knocks the car carrier to the floor. The loud crash of the car carrier causes all the soccer moms around me gasp and turn thinking that my sweet baby was left unattended and is now face down on the concrete floor.
With every pair of eyes looking at me and realizing that I have all kinds of boob action happening, I shrug and gingerly point to my covered baby. With several awkward nods, they return to game watching, and I pretend to be totally cool with the whole situation.
So much for subtlety.
Oh, well. Yay, boobs. And, yes, it's really called a Hooter Hider.
:)
Anne
