Bet you thought this post was going to be dead interesting. I think with the two children it’s safe to assume the virginity card flew out of the window a while ago.
I am indeed referring to my breastfeeding in public virginity.
Nailed it, owned it, did it, rocked it.
I attended my local breastfeeding support group. It’s a great little informal drop in where breastfeeding mummies can bring their children big or small, get their babies weighed and enjoy the freedom of a breastfeeding group to explore any questions with professionals and practice the art of feeding.
Ok so the latter isn’t a reason for the existence of the the group but it’s a great way to get practice.
I’d only used a big blanket and my pump and i had fed in front of one trusted friend who couldn’t care less what I was doing. Even then. Big blanket. Big top. Hidden baby. Hidden boob.
Breastfeeding support, answered some questions about my supply which I’m still fretting over. And I had a little chat to the mummies and peer support ladies.
Then I just whipped out my boob. Oh yes. The top came up the baby latched on and you know what, im disappointed in my audience. Not one person flinched, flackered or even accidentally looked! They’re all pro’s at maintaining eye contact. I had a few peeks at technique and if people covered and how they positioned in front of people.
Can’t believe no one was staring! Or applauding, no one cared. Pffttt and I made such a big deal of doing it, gave myself a little mental golf star!
I won’t be just whipping out my boob in public spaces but I’d feel much more confident using a nursing cover and just getting on with it. I actually think the cover may draw more attention.
After my adventure in breastfeeding I’ve discovered a few things. Firstly, people are always placing time limits on it. How long will you feed? How long have you fed? The best one is ARE YOU STILL BREASTFEEDING? I’m sorry why does it need to sound so doubting. It’s like people are just waiting for you to stop. And I know they mean no harm in asking about it it’s just the normal phrasing however it is a little agitating. Why should I be expected to almost fail, quit, give in. How long will I feed?
I don’t know I’d like to think another few weeks. I’m giving myself a mental star after every week of exclusive breastfeeding through contact and expression. It’s not really helping weight loss like I thought it would which was my entire reasoning. But I’ve ended up falling in love with it so much I can’t help but revel in the glory and glow its giving me.
I must also be making something decent as wyatt has gained 2 pounds in just over a week!!!!! Shock horror! Wyatt is now 8lbs 9oz.
I now am looking into becoming a peer support myself by doing a training course. I feel like I may be a welcoming face to young girls who aren’t sure or aren’t confident in feeding, I know I wasn’t keen on it as I didn’t think it was “cool” or the type of person who would do it.
In other news, my little toddler Landon is being super super cute with little brother. He gives him his dummy, lays down next to him, sits beside him, looks for him first when he comes into any room and today he started to sweetly wind him! Can’t believe it.
In addition to all of his niceness he’s decided to make bedtime difficult by screaming the house down in floods of tears when we leave him. Little touch of separation anxiety I’m sure that will pass but it’s meant having the willpower to just let him cry it out whilst going in every ten minutes to check, reposition, re dummy and provide more milk.