29 Jan My First Time Ever Being Boob Shamed….By Myself.
As a breastfeeding mum I can honestly say I have never encountered any hostility when out and about before.
Not to say that it doesn’t happen, I know that it does and it still baffles me. It’s just what we’re meant to do.
I’ve been feeding Esme since birth. She’s 2 next month and has turned her nose up at every expressed bottle I have tried.
My kitchen cupboard held at least 15 in different shapes, sizes, flows, textures etc.
The thing is, now she’s that bit older, I actually enjoy nursing. She eats 3 meals a day too so our feeds are fewer and less fraught.
It just became a part of us.
Anyway, on to my tale about what happened to me in our local restaurant last weekend.
We were seated next to a couple.
A poor couple who had probably finally managed to get a babysitter after weeks of trying only to be sat next to my rabble.
Esme was in a high chair happily tucking into some bread then decided she wanted a feed.
My husband had taken the eldest to the toilet at this point so I picked her up and started to feed her. I was wearing a dress that was made for this purpose so I was very discreet I hasten to add! I didn’t strip to the waist and give each one a wobble to see which one was the fullest.
I heard a murmur from the next table…..
“You’d think they’d have a disabled toilet for this sort of thing”
Ok so in my mind, I always though if someone tried to boob shame me I would come over all wonder woman and state my right to feed as and where I please but I just shrunk in my seat and actually stopped feeding. I felt mortified.
When Mr D returned I composed myself and stood up.
“Right Neil, I’m going to go and find a quiet area to feed my child. She will certainly NOT be eating in the toilet”.
I shot her a defiant stare and off I flounced to let Mr D enjoy the awkwardness.
When I calmed down and returned to our table, Mr D was intently conversing with Niamh to avoid any contact with smug dating couple.
We finished our meals at around the same time and the waiter came over with our bills.
He dealt with shaming lady first.
“How was your meal?”
She shuffled around in her seat.
“The meal was beautiful, but I would have thought you’d have had a downstairs disabled toilet for this sort of thing” pointing to the cast on her broken leg.
I’ve never paid a bill and left a place so quickly in my life.
The one woman crazy crusade fights on.