I was going to write a post about nursing in public. About how maybe the stories that make the news of women being harassed are actually only a small sample of what happens when women breastfeed in public. About how maybe our outrage over these occasional happenings is biased by how little we hear of people breastfeeding in public and nothing happening. That maybe the culture at large is improving in the normalizing of nursing.
I was going to write about our trip to Mystic Aquarium yesterday. About how busy it was and how hot! And about how many people I saw feeding their babies in various ways, and no one seemed to care. About how one woman I saw using a cover, one woman was not. About how I fed Elliot at the sea lion show and at a grilled cheese cafe in the shops next door to the aquarium without a cover and hardly anyone even noticed what I was doing.
I was going to write about how I don’t use a nursing cover anymore, not even in church. Because it is too much of a hassle, too unwieldy, too hot, too hard to see what is going on . . . and maybe because with my second baby I can get him latched on a little quicker and my boob isn’t hanging out for quite as many moments.
I was going to write about how I went to a gathering hosted by my former workplace and I could tell people were not used to seeing what I was doing, but then just went back to what they were doing.
I was going to . . . but then I read an article about a baby dying because of a police officer trying to arrest a mom for breastfeeding in public. And it was graphic and horrible and made me feel sick and so very sad.
And then I was going to write about that article, and I did a little looking to find out that it was satire. I guess I don’t understand the point of satire. Too many articles get sent around and too many people take them seriously. Maybe I am just too gullible or too sensitive.
I was going to write about another satire piece being shared around recently about a woman breastfeeding her 12-year-old in public. People were so appalled and it was extreme, but more importantly people seemed to not realize that nursing into even toddlerhood is the norm worldwide and is good for mom and baby (besides the fact that people seem to not realize it was satire). One comment by a friend of a friend (commenting on a friend of a friend posting the article on facebook) said she thought the golden rule was you stopped when they got teeth! Goodness no, my dear, goodness no (unless of course other circumstances prevent breastfeeding longer or that’s what a person decides to do – no judgment there, do what you got to do [p.s. I have a post about judging in the works – I don’t like that I have to qualify what I say to try and avoid even seeming like I am judging others]).
So I guess I don’t know anymore what I was going to write about.
So here is a picture of Leland eating a gigantic PB&J (in public)