I saw this on Facebook this evening, and I had to wonder all over again how feeding babies ever became such a hot button issue. Admittedly, first time around was a learning experience. Still, each of my three was breastfed for an average of a year. For the youngest, it was by far the easiest way to have fresh milk preserved and available on tap in a tropical climate. Each of the three was most definitely fed in church. When my son was small I perfected the art of taking PCC (Vestry) minutes with one hand while he lay on the other arm and drank his fill. The only challenge was reading notes taken with my left hand when he needed to swap sides. The priest dreaded his weaning, noting that no one raised their voice in front of a breast feeding baby.
I wrote about baptizing boobs a while back ( https://rosalindhughes.com/2012/06/06/breasts-babies-and-baptism/ ) but for variety here is a list of some of the more unusual, far-flung, mundane or uncomfortable places I have breastfed a baby. Church doesn’t even come close.
5) Raffles Hotel, Singapore
4) an extremely crowded intercity train complete with scowling man opposite and no elbow room
3) on the roundabout at the playground
2) sitting on the floor in Maiden Erleigh public library (needs more chairs – or pews)
1) on the back of an elephant halfway down a hill in Thailand
How did this ever become an issue, and when will we grow up and get over it?