Well, I don't really know what the first post on a blog is supposed to look like, so I'm jumping right in.
Today Kate and I accompanied Brett to a doctor's appointment. I knew Kate would need to eat as soon as we got there, and I have to say I was a little surprised when I entered a waiting room that was filled largely with men over the age of 60, as well as several missionaries. So, I parked it just a seat away from an old dude while Brett went to check in and proceeded to whip out my boob (okay, I used a cover, I just wanted to make that sound more scandalous than it really was). If you're expecting me to write about all the weird looks I got and go on a rant about breastfeeding stigmas, you're about to be disappointed. In a waiting room full of people, I felt completely comfortable feeding my baby, and if anyone else was uncomfortable with it I sure couldn't tell, because no one gave me so much as a disapproving, approving, or otherwise judgmental glance.
So why I am writing this?
Because that's exactly how it should be.
I was just feeding my kid. I know lots of other people feel awkward breastfeeding around others (whether covered or not) or have had other bad experiences breastfeeding in public. I'm happy to say that has never happened to me. I have breastfed Kate in lots of different places and my experience has always been the same: no one cares. And so I just want to say thank you to all the people out there who don't care (or at least act like they don't care) how and where I feed my kid.
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