Don't leave much to the imagination do I?
So yeah. I nurse. A lot, and pump, a lot. I am proud of it.
Today I met my sister to go to a new doctor for my kidney (I totally adore my sister,and feel a whole new level of things in common but that is neither here nor there).
She came down to get me and we went to her desk and she was pumping- at her desk. Fine whatever- when I was working I would pump on the way home, in my car, driving.
While it is her business where she pumps I was appalled that her office would not give her a private place to pump- as upon the new health care law passing employers in ALL states are required to- neither a bathroom stall nor a cube count as a private place according to federal law. If you want check out this site for the United States Breastfeeding Committee.
While making waves may not be her style; or anyone's style it makes me so mad, and as I am on a 'mad' streak right now- I'll just include her office in the ever growing list of things I am perturbed about.
I have nursed everywhere- if I go- my kids go- if a baby gets hungry I whip 'em out and feed the hungry person (or scared, or hurt, or child in need of comfort- heaven help me when I start offering milk to adults who are upset). Admittedly, I have not received much negative feedback about nursing my kids, I have gotten rude stares, too which, I stare back. But, the chiding or mean comments have not come my way which, I suppose is a good thing for everyone involved.
My sister recently blogged about breastfeeding and her tween son's reaction to it. I must say, I am proud of her for raising him in an environment where he sees breastfeeding as feeding a baby. Not as odd or gross- just food- for a baby.
Today for example- I nursed in the doctors office. With the doctor there, discussing my kidney issues. Both doctors were wonderful about it. They did not get my hungry child a second look other to comment on how adorable she is- and she is adorable.