Two of the bloggers I enjoy reading have recently posted about nursing. I have to say that I am in complete agreement with these women. Although the Bug is my second child, she is the first one that I have nursed.
~sidenote~ My Monkey was born 9 weeks prematurely so we had quite a bit of feeding issues with him and I ended up pumping and bottle feeding for a long 8 months so he could have breastmilk.
In the short 4 months that she has been here and I've been nursing her, I have never had so many sideways glances, look-then-lookaways, and outright stares. I'm not sure what is so novel about the idea of breastfeeding, but people are always intrigued/confused/uncomfortable (just to name a few reactions) when I go to nurse her. Many of my friends have also breastfed their babies, but not one that I can remember would nurse in public. I made the decision that I wold feed my baby when she was hungry and I wasn't going to worry if we were at at restaurant, at the coffee shop, the pool, or wherever. Now, I'm just saying...if my baby is hungry, who are you to say she can't eat. Hell, most everyone eats in public at restaurants so get over it! I'm also very lucky to have the most supportive mother and husband who have always encouraged and supported my nursing. I just wanted to add my two cents on the subject.
On a lighter note; a few things I've learned while nursing:
1. Ain't no paci like a mama paci 'cause a mama paci got milk! (*thanks Coolio*) I spend the better part of some days serving as paci to the Bug.
2.Practically every shirt you have will be stretched out beyond recognition due to shoving a growing infant underneath them.
3. Your babe will grope you, pinch you, and pummel you all in efforts to get your boob to give them more milk! ...and it usually works.