Iâ€™m doing a lot of things differently with my second child than I did with my first. One of those things is breastfeeding in public. I have pretty much decided that I am DONE nursing a baby while balancing on a restaurant toilet seat. So I have bravely nursed Sophia in a variety of public places, being careful not to show my goods to the world. However, now that she is a tall, chubby, and very grabby seven-month-old, nursing in public has become far more complicated.
Today I had to nurse Sophia at a very public, very posh spot. A spot I probably am not even classy enough to frequent, but hey, I can dream.
This particular location was outside the Panera Bread at an upscale outdoor mall here in our area. I canâ€™t afford to shop in most of the stores and their target demographic probably thinks Iâ€™m â€œquaint,â€ but I like it there because itâ€™s a beautiful space and perfect for a stroll with the kids. They also have a fabulous, ginormous bookstore with a train table that Joshua loves. But I digress.
Yesterday I met a friend and her son there so the boys could play and we could catch up. We stopped at the Panera on the way out to bribe Joshua with a cookie so my friend and I could get in some more â€œmom talk.â€ I was trying to hold Sophia off, but she was tired and hungry and I had to give in and nurse her – right there on a metal patio chair at the outdoor seating at Panera, which just happens to be at the very front of this mall. I was sitting about ten feet from the edge of the parking lot, and about three feet from the road everyone drives in on when theyâ€™re circling for a space. AND I brought the WORST blanket one can use for nursing â€“ itâ€™s all satin on one side and therefore very slippery and hard to keep on myself even when Baby Soâ€™s not pulling at it. Add to this that she was super fussy and kicking and crying, and we have a possible peek-a-boob situation. If my friend hadnâ€™t been there, I mightâ€™ve been in big trouble! Sophie was so upset that my friend had to help me get situated so I wouldnâ€™t flash all the Beemers & Mercedes that were slowly cruising by in search of that one elite parking spot that would show us riff-raff who was boss. She also had to hold the blanket on for me a couple of different times when it got slippy-slidey.
The point is, it took me and a friend (a very close friend, obviously) to protect the innocent eyes of mall patrons and get my daughter fed. But, we did it! And I didnâ€™t even have to sequester myself on the Panera potty. Yes! Score one for Mommy!