Friday, 27 January 2012
(Day 56) Breastfeeding - in PUBLIC!
I am cheating today, posting a photo of day 55 in day 56 (naughty Mummy!) but I really, reaaaally wanted to include this photo of you breast feeding at the baby naming ceremony for Australia Day.
As many babies were wriggling around and excitedly ogling all of their new baby friends, you and your bestie Sophie (featured in the background behind your big sister) were happily having a feed, oblivious to the fuss - and nowhere near the makeshift 'feeding room'!
Sophie's mum and I have talked a lot about this in the last 8 weeks and have come to the conclusion that we are both happy to feed you and Sophie wherever you happen to be hungry. Not in a toilet, and not locked away somewhere (as if we are doing something that should be hidden), and not always in the baby change room (which is sometimes the size of a very small closet, and crammed with 50 Mums, all trying to feed babies, warm bottles, entertain toddlers and change dirty nappies).
Some of the baby feeding rooms are very civilised, with their own little cubicles, some with an added television, and feeding chairs, but with toilet locks on the doors so that you can sit in there, in solitary confinement, for however long it takes for babies to feed, locked away from public view.
I would prefer not to be locked away.
I would prefer that you are able to eat in a restaurant if we are eating in a restaurant.
I would prefer that you be able to eat at a park bench if we are eating at a park bench.
I would prefer that we be able to sit and talk with friends and family when you are thirsty, rather than being locked in a stuffy little room with lots of other Mummy's who are also locked in their little rooms, not talking to each other (it is a bit hard through locked doors).
I love that your big brother, in particular, is learning that breasts are for food for babies, so that when he grows up to be a man, he might not be one of the (many, many) men who stare at me while I am feeding you in a public space (with no breast visible whatsoever) as if they weren't aware that this is what breasts were for!
And I love that as we were waiting today, in a room full of new babies, for a certificate from the mayor, that you and Sophie were able to have a quick feed (rather than running off to find a feeding room) and be on time to meet the mayor, happy and content, with a belly full of milk