I love breastfeeding; despite the rocky start that Squirmy and I got off to, it has proven to be a wonderful time, that I will undoubtedly miss when I go back to work. Plus it’s been a god send when it comes to going out – no having to worry if I have enough bottles for the day, nor lugging around baby bottles full of water and a canister of formula.
That being said, breastfeeding definitely comes with its own set of…hurdles to overcome. Like this afternoon (at the mall, no doubt), when Squirmy decided that she han’t had enough to eat first time around. Dutifully, I got out my receiving blanket, draped myself and happily feed her. (Okay, I am so lying here – there was nothing happy about this feeding. Squirmy kept unlatching herself, then complaining because she wasn’t done. I was a right mess fighting with the blanket, keeping some sort of decency and getting her to latch properly.) After all was said and done, and she had fallen asleep, I got up and went to place her in her stroller. Unfortunately, the way she had fallen asleep left me unable to fix myself befor getting up.
She chose that exact moment to wake up and yell at me for putting her down. There I was, one hand placing her back in the stroller and the other keeping my exposed breast from the world. It just was not working in my favour. Once I placed her down, I set out to untangle her hand from my hair when she decided to reach up and tug on the blanket that was covering me.
Needless to say, everyone in that food court got quite the look at my exposed boob.
Goodbye, modesty. We had a good run.
