ROFL. Were you nursing when they knocked on the door? I got a package from the FedEx guy with my boob hanging out because I forgot to put it away after feeding my son. I also walked into a restaurant with my shirt pulled under my bra covered boob after feeding my son in the car. I was by myself with the baby on a trip so that was purely my fault.
I believe in a womans right to choose to nurse or not.
I chose to.
Four times.
3 of 4 were really dedicated milk-drinkers lol.
Pretty sure lots of strangers caught a glimps or two of me with my "feeding apparatus exposed".
On baby #1, 2 1/2 weeks after he was born, DH's extra special super prickly and unwelcoming family invited us to a barbecue.
No other guests.
Just the parents.
His teenage sister.
His 25 yr old brother and his GF.
AND US.
Of course, just as the food was ready, that teesy tiny precious milk drinker woke up from his adorable slumber puckered up his face and wailed to be fed.
It seems that all my kids knew exactly when it was time to eat.
I was discrete. I went over to the porch steps. Got settled. Covered up with a blanket even though it was Memorial Day and almost 100 degrees.
We got started.
Then DH's mother screamed.
"Oh no you don't!
Not here in my backyard!
That is disgusting behavior. "
She called it that.
Behavior.
She led me hard by the arm to their basement and made me sit in a chair in a room with no windows.
Like a child being punished.
I was 22 yrs old. Practically a kid. Scared of her for sure.
Trying to be the very best new mother on the planet for my perfect newborn son.
I'd been taught to respect "adults".
Instead of telling her where to go, I stayed.
And cried.
When I came back up into the sunlight, dinner was over. Everything was put away.
MIL smiled in her smug way and led me over to the grill where she'd kept my steak "hot".
It was a black blob.
Wish my DH had had the kahunas to stick up for me
back then, but he was young too.
A few months later after dozens of phone calls begging us to go to a movie and let her babysit,
She poured a bottle of my painstakingly pumped breast milk down the sink and fed my child homemade formula (with molasses in it) while we were gone.
She was proud to tell us when we got back to their house to collect him.
That was the only time they ever babysat for us.
You don't leave your baby with someone you can't trust.
Whenever I see young mothers nursing I always smile at them. Give them a thumbs up...something.
Some silent, supportive, positive acknowledgment, That they have my full support and hope they never feel selfconscious about doing the natural thing for their child.