So my mom and I were shopping for a wedding gift at the Bon Marche (macy's) this weekend and Riley was getting seriously tired and fussy. I had to go to the bathroom anyway so while my mom was checking out we headed to the restroom. I had Riley in a sling and went and then sat in the restroom lobby to nurse her.
( I hate nursing in bathrooms even if they have nice lobbys with comfy chairs, which this one did, just the advocate in me I would rather be nursing in the store on a bench silently promoting NIP)
So anyway women would come in I got a few genuine smiles (I should mention that DD is 14 months old and past most people's comfort zone for a nursing baby), most people when they saw what I was doing looked away quickly.
Well this one woman who came in saw me and gave me a really sort of mean snarky look with a weird smirky smile and then when she rounded the corner to the stalls she let out a really annoyed sigh. UGH!
Hello I was in a FREAKING WOMEN'S BATHROOM!!!! What the hell else am I supposed to do?
( I hate nursing in bathrooms even if they have nice lobbys with comfy chairs, which this one did, just the advocate in me I would rather be nursing in the store on a bench silently promoting NIP)
So anyway women would come in I got a few genuine smiles (I should mention that DD is 14 months old and past most people's comfort zone for a nursing baby), most people when they saw what I was doing looked away quickly.
Well this one woman who came in saw me and gave me a really sort of mean snarky look with a weird smirky smile and then when she rounded the corner to the stalls she let out a really annoyed sigh. UGH!
Hello I was in a FREAKING WOMEN'S BATHROOM!!!! What the hell else am I supposed to do?







I do!
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) and assume that this woman did not bf her children. 

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