My baby was tired and hungry. I fed her breastmilk. In public. This bothered some people. Nursing in Public (NIP) is what this is all about.
Why ‘Breast for the Weary’? I thought about calling this ‘No breast for the weary’, since that’s what happened, but it seemed so negative. Hell yes, my baby will get the breast.
I am also a mother of three, a web designer, a Montreal resident, and now, an accidental lactivist.
That’s it? As I occasionally receive hate mail, I like to leave it at that.
3 thoughts on “About”
I breastfed my son until he was 3 1/2 and only ‘cut down’ the public breastfeeding when he was past 3. While I never observed negative reactions (or was oblivious to them) the idea of being targeted by this type of ignorance was always in the back of my mind — and it shouldn’t have been. Our children should be nourished and comforted where ever and whenever they require it and without worry.
Heck, I’m 37 years old and still enjoy a good breast every now and then. Keep up the breastfeeding ladies!
Many years ago, while working at a picture frame shop in Parkersburg, West Virginia, I had my first experience with a mother breast feeding her baby.
Mary, one of my coworkers, had her first baby with her at the job one day. She was an advocate for natural foods, natural healing, and God (as I was). The time came for her to feed her baby, and we were advised to allow her to do that. What it meant for us, of course, was to not enter — or encroach — Mary’s space. Additionally, it also meant not doing some work that could have been done, because Mary was busy being the mother she wanted to be.
So, what then is most important? I had picture frames to build, but could not, as the area designated for that was directly adjacent to Mary. Yes, I was a bit frustrated that my job was hindered, but that passed soon enough. It wasn’t long before I gained an empathetic perspective, thinking of how Mary must have felt. After all, she was a brand-new mother. A million thoughts were surely going through her mind. So, we gave her the space she and her baby needed. What a miracle life is, and how fortunate Mary’s son was to have a mother like her.