It’s breastfeeding week this week. I love all the wonderful people who have worked to bring more acceptance to breastfeeding in public, anywhere, anytime.
And yet, I still find myself in a restaurant hiding out in a quiet corner, escaping to the ladies toilets, muslin draped over my shoulder and over the Imp’s head when trying to feed him.
I am not shy at all about breastfeeding. So why the reclusive behaviour at feeding time? Basically because the Imp prioritises EVERYTHING over feeding.
Licking the table cloth, way better than feeding.
Looking at the waiter serving bread, way better than feeding.
Watching dad drink a beer, way better than feeding.
Staring at the ceiling fan, way better than feeding.
You get the drift.
The only way to make him concentrate on nursing is to cut out all sensory stimulation. Switch the lights off in the ladies toilets, cover his eyes with the muslin, don’t talk, just gently rock and lull him into a relaxed state.
So I’d love to be a lactivist mamma creating more acceptance for breastfeeding, but alas I am destined to be hiding away in the back trying to coax my little man to his food.
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