Breastfeeding in public: I'm not sure why it's still a controversial topic these days.
It's the most natural, wonderful thing a mom can do with her child. I am beyond thankful that it's something I was able to do. I do, however, realize not all moms are able to do it - or that it's just something some moms aren't comfortable doing.
And that's OK. It's not my place to judge.
Unfortunately, I wasn't always given that same courtesy. Some people stared at me (and not at my face) while I was breastfeeding my son in public, even though I used a cover. Some craned their necks. Others ran into people or inanimate objects because they were staring at me feeding my kid instead of paying attention to where they were going.
To those people I say: "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS."
Personally, I didn't feel comfortable baring all in public while nursing. I didn't just whip a boob out, even though it would've been so much easier because Sam hated that darn cover. He wanted to see my face and - especially during those summer months - it was hot and uncomfortable under there. How would you like to eat in a sauna? Or, for that matter, a public bathroom stall or the backseat of a car? How would you like it if someone stared at you while you ate?
You wouldn't. So why did my son have to? Why did I have to endure those judgmental looks?
It wasn't a peep show. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Breastfeeding isn't sexual. It's not like Playboy comes out with a "Breastfeeders of the Year" issue.
I was feeding my son the way my body, as a mother, was meant to in its purest, simplest form.
I do commend organizations - such as the Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo - that offer private, comfortable nursing stations for mothers to breastfeed, bottle-feed or change their babies. But I wonder why are those places even necessary? Why can't mothers take care of their babies ANYWHERE without being judged?
I wish I could be more like my sister, who is one of the bravest and most inspiring mothers I know. She nurses her children anywhere, and she doesn't cover up. She could care less about the people who judge or stare at her. She ignores the whispers and pointing fingers. She is a proud breastfeeding mother.
Maybe with my next kid, I'll get there. Until then, I only hope more brave and proud breastfeeding mothers show theirs - and their children's - faces.
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