Maybe it’s because I’ve missed two yoga classes in a row, but I feel all out of sorts, and I’m quite on edge today. Maybe some centering would have helped me deal with the B.S. that was thrown at me today.
My husband works for two churches. At one church, people (maybe just one person?) have been complaining about me nursing Baboo in front of the congregation’s youth population. *sigh* Isn’t that sad? There’s nothing more natural, beautiful, loving as a mother nursing her child, but people have hang-ups. Boobs are sexual. They’re dirty and they should remain hidden at all times. Except for when they’re being used as a marketing tool for beer and car companies. Then boobs are fine… the bigger and more visible, the better. To paraphrase what a wise woman once told me… No, *these* tits are not for Hollywood.
So my options are as follows… I could avoid the weekly gatherings my husband leads. I could go to the gatherings and move to another room whenever Baboo needs to eat. I can not feed Baboo when he gets hungry and let him scream until I get my point across (nursing baby=happy baby), or I can go about business as usual and see if the church has the audacity to fire my husband because his wife dared to follow in the footstep of the Virgin Mary and nurse her son. Anyone have an opinion? Does anyone read this thing?
This issue weighs on my heart. Going to a different room to breastfeed my child makes it seem as though breastfeeding is something that should be hidden… something that is shameful. It is not. It is natural and beautiful, and it is a baby’s right. The more it is done out in the open, the more normal it will become in society (where sadly, formula feeding is the current norm). I’m going to keep doing what I do. Maybe one day one of those girls who has watched me feed my son will choose to breastfeed her children or one of the boys will support his wife when she chooses to breastfeed. Maybe my son and I will make a difference.
All of that unpleasantness melts away when I look at my Sweet Baboo. Right now he’s standing in his crib, chewing on the railing. He’s smiling big smiles as he makes sweet sounds to make sure he has my attention.
