Did you know it was
World Breastfeeding Week last week?
A friend on Facebook posted an event, “
Big Latch On,” that was being held in conjunction with the week’s festivities.
The event was held outdoors at a park downtown, where breastfeeding mommas could convene, connect, and nourish their little ones.
I had honestly never heard of World Breastfeeding Week before, and for some reason it sparked a memory of a sentence I read in some breastfeeding literature awhile back: “breastfeeding in public is legal in all 50 states.”
At the time I did a double take when I read this. Really? Someone had to tell me this?
It never occurred to me that there may have been a time when it wasn’t legal, or that it even needed to be written down somewhere that breastfeeding in public isn’t considered obscene (if you’re curious about breastfeeding laws in your state, go
here).
That being said, it’s taken me some time to get comfortable breastfeeding in public.
The reasons for my discomfort initially were quite varied: I didn’t want to “flash” myself at strangers (easily avoided with a nursing wrap), I didn’t want to attract attention to myself (I’ve always been this way), and most of all I didn’t want anyone to be offended.
It shames me to admit that I thought publicly feeding my child might offend anyone. Or rather, that I cared if it did.
One of the larger underlying issues was that, quite simply, I had almost never seen anyone else breastfeeding in public.
When Eli was a newborn, breastfeeding went poorly. I didn’t have confidence feeding him in the privacy of my own home. It was a frustrating ordeal, and the thought of feeding him in public, with a potential audience, was anxiety provoking at the highest level.
I would plan all of my errands, and essentially my entire day, around his feeding schedule. I would feed him, Vinny and I would look at the clock and say, “let’s go to lunch now so we can get back before he needs to eat again!” And so on…
This is no way to live, mind you, tied to a feeding schedule, feeling rushed wherever you go. After awhile I would feed him in the car if we were on the go. And eventually I did nurse him in public with my nursing wrap. For all my nerves over it, I can’t even remember where/when our first public feeding was!
All the while I never felt particularly comfortable in what I was doing, but I was getting more and more determined that I shouldn’t have to hide away in our apartment or in my car to feed my child.
At this point I have breastfed in various stores, the mall, the park, dressing rooms, restrooms, restaurants, museums, the airport, the doctor’s office, and I’m sure several other locations I cannot recall. I still always prefer to feed at home, where we are both most comfortable, but over time I have grown more confident breastfeeding in public.
I am one of those people that tries to be very discreet when I breastfeed. I don’t like to flop my boob out for all to see, and it’s not because it would make me uncomfortable at this point, but rather, I realize it does make others uncomfortable. I have come to understand that many people are not necessarily offended by women feeding in public, it’s more about them being uncomfortable seeing a private body part so openly on display.
I don’t get this, exactly. On any given warm day in most of our country, countless women wear tank tops or other such clothing that not only leaves little to the imagination, but quite often offers a peek at their girls if you’re really so inclined. You don’t see anyone complaining about that.
Regardless, nudity of any kind still tends to shock people, whether it’s for the greater good of feeding a child or not.
Which brings me back to the fact that I so rarely see anyone breastfeed in public (well, other than people I already know). Since having Eli I feel like I have a keener eye for this sort of thing, and I can count on both hands how many times I’ve seen a breastfeeding momma out in public over the last two years.
In some ways I feel it is my duty to breastfeed in public. I’ve heard little kids whisper to their mom, “What is she doing?” I’ve rarely heard the response given. I imagine not all kids get the most positive reaction, but I hope the experience stays with the child. I don’t remember seeing anyone breastfeed when I was a kid, ever. I wish this would have been “normal” to me, to know that people breastfed, to know that it is acceptable to do in public, to know that it is encouraged.
Breastfeeding is difficult enough without feeling nervous about having to do it “out there.” I’m happy to report that with Sophie I have had none of the reservations that I experienced with Eli. If we have something to go do, we do it without thought of when she may need to eat next. And wherever we happen to be, that’s where she’ll eat. It’s worked out beautifully so far.
Now, getting back to the "Big Latch On.” A fine idea, but I have to say if I had stumbled upon that park and not known what was going on only to find tons of breastfeeding mommas? Well, it certainly would have felt like a Twilight moment, albeit a very welcome one…
