Nursing in Public

I have really wanted to nurse the Butterball, no bottles, no cleaning, no buying formula. I am not one of those people who is loud and proud and thinks we all need to bond together and whip out our boobs in public. Basically, I don't care. If you want to do that, do it. If you don't, don't. That's your business, feed your nugget how you please.

But it would be nice if it was a little easier.

I am currently rocking a set of 38G boobs. That is gigantic. There is no discreet way of whipping them out in public and the Butterball's immediate reaction to having a blanket thrown over his face is "WTF are you doing to me?" The Butterball nurses like a wild man, flailing his head about, whipping his arms around, sucking like he has never been feed before and may not get fed again. So I pump a lot and most of his food comes from a bottle via pumping, except at night, when I refuse to get up and make a bottle or pump and he gets breastfed directly on the breast all through that time.

We took a little family outing downtown to Barnes and Noble. We love to read real books, not digital ones, plus the train table and the little stage are all lots of fun new things. I accidentally forgot the Butterball's pumped milk in the car and it was a long walk so I whipped out my boobs to feed him. It was a snowy day so there weren't many people out which made it was the perfect time to try it. It was the usual flailing, girls gone wild, boobs in the wind experience. I text my mom to tell her if she see's my boobs on a surveillance video on YouTube it was all innocent, I was just trying to feed the little.

When we were on vacation, my little man was super fussy and tired and refusing rest. We were out as a large group at an outdoor restaurant for dinner. I found a nice little spot in the dark away from the crowd and fed him because feeding from the breast when he is tired relaxes him and puts him to sleep. Out of nowhere here comes two kids running around the corner playing tag. I stayed still so as not to draw attention and kept at it. They ran off without noticing me. A couple was walking out to their car. I knew they couldn't see me. I heard the doors open then BAM, spotlights right on my own spotlights, out in public. Seriously.

Needless to say, I have not mastered the art of nursing in public. I went to a  playgroup and a mom walked around feeding her baby. Yes, just walked around! You couldn't see any of her parts, she carried on normal conversations, watched her kids, no cover, no big deal. HOW DOES SHE DO THIS? I need to learn, but it's still a work in progress.

I guess this is all kind of a moot point because the boy is on a nursing strike anyway. It's like he is literally repulsed by my nipples. He is four months old now so I have two more months until my next goal of 6 months! Will I make it to a year? I don't know . . . It's definitely getting old, but I am going to try.

Hubby is the swaddle master. No baby can withstand the hubby swaddle.