I can't think of any particularly funny stories of my nursing antics. I've only ever been aked to move once and that was at my sons nursery. He was 2 I think and he had just moved up to the next classroom. I tried to visit every lunchtime to nurse and it was usually at the beginning of nap time. The teacher wasn't particularly friendly and not my favourite. She asked me to move into another room and I declined (citing my legal rights), so she left the room and sent another in her place who applauded me for nursing so long as she had also done with hers.
- One of my first nursing in public situations occurred at Baltimore-Washington International Airport. My brother was due to arrive at the International Arrivals Terminal and I drove down to pick him up. I think William was maybe 2-3 months old at the time. I don't think I had nursed in public on my own yet. I sat right in front of the passenger exit with William in a sling. It took my brother quite some time to come through customs and immigration and William started to fuss. As his fussing got louder the other people waiting began to look at me and whisper to each other. They then started telling me what I should do and that maybe my baby was hungry. They all agreed that William was hungry and that I should feed him. As I lifted my top and unclipped my bra the whole arrival lounge fell silent, but I'm guessing they couldn't really say anything as it was them that told me to do it. It was then that the automatic doors opened and hundreds of people rushed through to be greeted by their families 10 feet in front of me.
- My husband was a little shy when we had William. He would try to rush me out of wherever we were so that I could nurse at home or in the car. After a few weeks I decided to take a stand, in Walmart of all places, and told him I wanted to stay and shop so he needed to find me a chair. He did find me a chair in the furniture aisle, he then hid me behind a pillar in a barely used aisle and stood guard at the end of the aisle to stop any unsuspecting shopper from disturbing me.
- My Mother took a similar approach when she came to visit. She was always sure that I would cause a heart attack in some unsuspecting pensioner, so she always parked me behind the buggy (if we used it) or stood in front of me throughout the feed. I guess this was OK, it didn't really affect me, but did look rather silly in restaurants. I tried reasoning with her that if they were that frail that the sight of a little flesh might kill them that they probably couldn't even see that far but it never worked.
- The most unusual place that I have ever nursed is not really unusual in that it is funny but that it probably doesn't happen all the time. I pledged allegiance to the flag when William was only 6 months old and we decided to make it a family affair. Gosh, back when we both worked full time and William was at nursery we wouldn't dream of leaving him there if we were not at work (how things change!). So, William was breastfed in the Federal Building in Baltimore during my Citizenship ceremony.
- I usually pumped in my office. I worked with 99% women so I never needed to close the door and I wore a loose fitting polo shirt that I lifter from the bottom to pump. I was always bad and checked emails and made phone calls while pumping. If I did nothing I would sit and stare at the drops coming out which wasn't very productive.
- I pumped at every committee meeting that I attended as well as staff meetings, State meetings and work trainings that I was scheduled to attend. But, to be fair there was always the sound of a pump at most of these meetings because the majority of hte WIC staff came back to work as a breastfeeding Mum/Mom.
- I have pumped in meetings that men attended. (I don't even think they knew what that noise was).
- I have pumped in a stationary car on I95 while waiting for an accident to be cleared (always get the battery pack if an option with your pump).
- My last pumping experience was for my Breast Milk Keepsake which I did at the home of Twinkle Mummy. I was surprised to still be able to pump 50ml from my "pumping boob" although Ellie wasn't too happy about it and kept trying to pull the flange from my breast to get at "My Boobie!". Here is my keepsake for you to see.
Tell me about any unusual places that you have nursed in public or pumped in the comments below.
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