Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Columbus (Bexley), OH
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It took a few months (okay, maybe six) for me to feel comfortable NIP. There were/are times I thought it best that I go to a private area for my daughter (i.e., since she's learned that the world goes on, before that when I thought the situation was too noisy/busy, etc., even when I knew I would be more comfortable for her if we were in a quiet area), but other times, I just wasn't comfortable with it yet. Now, I've no qualms with it. I know people have noticed what I've been doing, even men, but no negetive comments. (The one time I thought a man figured out what I was doing, he was with his wife and kids and I figured he figured it out from his wife BFing.) I've nursed he at restaurants while talking to the waiter and waitress. I did that once and at the table next to me was a mother bottle feeding he child. That didn't bother me, for all I knew, it could have been pumped milk. What bothered me was that the baby was in his stroller and the mother washolding the bottle with one hand and looking at her dining companions and eating with the other. She didn't sem to be paying much attention to her son. She did eventually pick him up to burp him, though. I made the mistake of wearing a blouse instead of a pullover shirt that day. (Pullover golf shirts and Ts cover more.) I did have a blanket. My daughter was both hungry and thirsty (we spent a couple of hours at Niagara Falls; We were at the Hard Rock Cafe which was louder than what remember it being) and stayed put. Even with a few seconds of full exposure, I think I still bared less breasts than what she did. I said something to my husband who also appreciated the irony.
Awhile ago I was at a grocery store with a deli section and I was sitting at a table trying to nurse my daughter. At one point when she was staying put, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, expecting it to be my husband. I saw an older woman who said that she was a lactation consultant and gave me a positive, "You go, girl!". I laughed and thanked her as she walked away.