We are happy to share some of the wonderful pieces that were submitted during the Carnival of Nursing in Public as "Crème de la Crème" posts. I'll be posting a few at a time so you can look at them at your leisure. If you feel so moved, please click over, read the whole post, and leave a comment in support of the writers who participated in the Carnival.
- Lucy & Ethel Have a Toddler, Nursing in Public (Boobs) Out and Proud: If you've ever nursed in public - not only because your child is hungry, but because you are proud to be a breastfeeding mother and want to do your part to make it visible and normal - you will identify with this piece.
It's always been my attitude that if someone is freaked out by seeing a baby breastfeeding, or thinks it's weird or inappropriate or whatever it is that people have a problem with, it's their issue to get over, and it's not the mother's responsibility to accommodate them.
I think that the discomfort that some people have about breastfeeding in public stems primarily from the fact that it's not something you see every day - which is one of the reasons that I do it.
Of course, it's mostly because my baby is hungry and, well, here we are, but once we're in that situation, my decision to just get on with it wherever we are is very much influenced by my belief that I should nurse her in public.
Read more from Lucy and Ethel Have a Toddler.
- Momma in Progress, Feeding Baby: Before she felt comfortable nursing in public, this mama carried a bottle of expressed milk with her. Always. Thankfully, that didn't last very long. She writes:
Breastfeeding at that point was an extremely elaborate affair involving complete removal of shirts, propping of pillows, numerous disastrous latch-on attempts, and occasionally some small amount of milk actually making it into the baby. Eventually I realized we needed to get past this level of complexity with every feeding if we were ever going to have a life. Thankfully, we did . . . possibly due to some divine intervention, because honestly I still felt utterly clueless and best I could tell she did, too. Once we reached the point when nursing was no longer An Event but simply How Baby Ate, we were ready to take our show on the road.Read more from Momma in Progress.
One of Those Women, As Real As It Gets: A mother laments her son's distress when he could not receive comfort from her breast, because society is uncomfortable with the public nursing of a toddler.
Because my body, and what I do with it as a mother, is socially controlled. As a woman, my mothering, and my body, is controlled by the gaze of others. I didn't even feel I could ask to withdraw to a private space, as I didn't want the entire "she's a freak" thing to enter into my, and my son's, relationship at his wonderful Nursery. I was too afraid. Too scared.Read more from One of Those Women.