Sorry Not Sorry And Greetings From St. Louis

This morning I fed my baby in the backseat of a parked car in downtown St. Louis during rush hour. Here is a list of other places I have fed my baby the last two days: my bed in Chicago; a rocking chair in front of a Cracker Barrel in Bolingbrook, IL; the front seat of a car parked at a rest stop just outside of Springfield; the backseat of a car parked next to a swamp on the side of the highway somewhere near the Illinois/Missouri border; a hotel room in the shadow the arch in St. Louis; an upscale tap house, while munching on honey, beet, mustard popcorn; and a hotel bed at 6:15 a.m., because babies don’t understand the concept of vacation. Here is a list of people I’ve made uncomfortable while feeding my baby in the last two days: the older man enjoying his breakfast at Cracker Barrel at the table with a view of my rocking chair; the middle-aged man who parked next to us at the rest stop, covered the side of his face, and shouted “sorry!” at me as he passed my side of the car; and the 20-something male waiter at the tap house who lost the ability to look me in the eyes and make friendly chit chat as as soon as the baby started eating. Feeding Dylan at home is not so hard. The 2-3 hours between meals stretch out into eternity. It’s harder to keep track when we step out of real life and Dylan has to keep reminding me that she’s hungry and that’s how I end up taking my shirt off everywhere I go. I never thought I’d be a public breastfeeder, but I really don’t see how to avoid it, and it keeps me sane and Dylan full, so sorry dudes who find the whole thing bizarre and uncomfortable.

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1 Response to Sorry Not Sorry And Greetings From St. Louis

  1. Ruth says:

    People are so dumb and rude sometimes. I get stinkeye from my own inlaws when I feed Annabelle in front of their sons… Like “shouldn’t you go do that in another room?!” I hate it. It’s a natural thing and everyone has to do it in public at some point if they are nursing, unless I suppose if you are my mother in law who never left the house while she was nursing kids. CraZy. Anyways, I’m going to add to your list Fenway park and the airport bathroom (while standing in front of the sinks) and during a patriots game and in the backseat of a car WHILE STUCK IN TRAFFIC where I basically leaned over the car seat and propped my boob in there for the most uncomfortable 10 minutes of my life. But you know, happy babies and all that jazz 😉 I wish we were at 2-3 hours…maybe someday. (She can go that long at daytime but night hits and suddenly it’s 1-2 hours). Enough of my rant. Have fun in Arizona and I can’t wait to see pictures of the cousins!!

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