Since life with Baby J isn’t conducive for blogging (much less anything else that doesn’t involve a boob) I thought since breastfeeding is my new life, I would jot down a few of my most interesting places that I’ve fed my chubby darlin’. Sorry men, maybe when I get out of this phase, you will be able to handle my posts.
So here goes:
(First of all, I have to add an honorable mention – my brother’s house – or my midtown feeding station. I only list this because I must admit I get a kick out of embarrassing the heck out of my brother when he comes home to find his sister hanging out topless).
#5 – In front of a pig stand in Marietta, Oklahoma
We were on our way to Texas for the weekend – had to pull over to feed and my hubby picked this place so he could get a good ham sammy while Baby J was enjoying her snack. For any of you that have tried to breast feed in a car – you know that it is a rather awkward task to say the least. I must say the pig farm was some good people watching…and I’m sure they got a good show too.
#4 – My parent’s house in Shawnee
While this might not seem that interesting – every time I visit, mom invites her entire entourage of friends over to show off her precious grandchild. Mom times it so they always show up while I am whipping out the girls. I know most of these women have changed my diaper at one point or another, but still…not really wanting them to see me in my adult glory.
#3 – At a board meeting
Yes, I must admit. Something I thought I would NEVER do, but when you are desperate, you are desperate. Thank goodness they were all women and all knew me but STILL.
#2 – IN the Car Wash
Okay Reeders on 21st and Lewis – that was me. There was no one behind us and she was screaming bloody murder so what do you do? We were pretty much camouflaged by the brushes and bubbles – but had to sit in there until she was finished. Just glad they didn’t send in the troops to see what the holdup was….just FYI – the Works Carwash isn’t really enough time to feed your child…
#1 – A Confessional Booth
.Really not kidding here. I was at a funeral and couldn’t find a sitter. I fed Josie right before, but of course she decided she needed some dessert right in the middle of the service. I dashed out of the sanctuary to the first private place I could find – which just happened to be the priest confessional booth. My fervent prayers worked, no clergy members walked in to what I would imagine would be a first.
Forgive me Father…