I have breastfed in an old military fort, and while riding in a horse-driven carriage . . . hmm not that interesting. Ooh, I know! I breastfed standing up in a glass-bottomed boat while we were over a shipwreck.
What about you?
Once you've breastfed somewhere, in retrospect, it doesn't seem that unusual. At least to me, babies are just hungry when and where they are hungry!
Because DS1 wouldn't take a bottle, I have BF'd so many different places! Airplanes (one 6 hour flight was particularly fun. DS1 was not feeling well and I stood at the front of the plane nursing him and bouncing for much of the flight. The flight attendents were so understanding!), airports, my workplace, on a hiking trail, while furniture shopping (babe in the carrier), while shopping at Toys R Us (babe in the carrier), while hiking (babe in carrier), in church at weddings and at a first communion, at the farmer's market, at the mall, at the post office, at the library, at the Zoo, at the pool...Anywhere I went with DS1 in the first year and a half or so, I've probably nursed there!
Probably the must unusual would be in the car while travelling down the highway, with DS strapped into his car seat and me leaning over to nurse him. He HATED his car seat and this was sometimes the only way to get from A to B without screaming leading to puking. So that one was done many, many times and now doesn't seem that unusual to me at all!
The UN building in Geneva was memorable, but mainly because they stopped the entire tour and everyone had to sit down in a huge, important room with frescos and so on, because it was the most comfortable for us. I do seem to remember them insisting that everyone sat down. And then, surreally, dp, who was working there and hadn't known we were coming on a tour that day, wandered past and came to find out what was going on.
It was very kind of them because I'd just have soon have sat on the floor of the corridor, as usual.
The most unusual nursing location I can think of is a Catholic confessional. At my church it is a separate room outside the sanctuary, not the "wooden box" that some churches have. No priest was present, it was just the most private place I could find when my baby needed to nurse during Mass. I know other mothers that have nursed right in the middle of church services, but I just prefer to be without an audience if I can avoid it.
With my one month old son at a woodworkers guild meeting, surrounded by only men. For me, as a female woodworker, it was truly the defining moment as a female in a male trade. Nursing, leaking breast milk, still bleeding from birth, changing diapers and babywearing while learning about a very specific woodworking joint called a sliding dovetail.
We were visiting Yosemite National Park when my son was 3 years old. I remember being in the cafeteria at Yosemite Village around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and all the toddlers (except my son) were throwing some awesome tantrums. They had all missed their naps, being in a strange place without their usual stuff to calm them down. Earlier, we had nursed in the car in a quiet parking lot, where he had fallen asleep and I had napped near him in the front seat. He had his familiar thing with him everywhere he went. I know it is not unusual to nurse your toddler in a parked car, but the sight of all those upset toddlers in the cafeteria made me think of that fond memory of Yosemite ........