Me: “…I might have deleted them, check the Recycle bin and if they are there you can restore them”
“Oh, the computer trash can? …Ok”
“Yeah, they might be there, I just don’t know wha-”
“I love you too! bye!” CLICK.
I love you mom.
Now for my story…fyi, to the many guys that read my blog, you might not find this interesting…(Fast forward over the next 3 paragraphs to get to the real story)A little while ago my friend Lauren opened a discussion about breastfeeding in public. It reminded me of something that happened to me while I was nursing. First of all, I loved it. I hated it too, but I loved it more. I just felt so good watching my scrawny newborn turn into a tub of chub. It wasn’t hard to see he was getting all he needed from breastfeeding- and then some. Although it was extremely painful starting out, and often times less convenient than formula would’ve been, it was free; and I always knew it was something I wanted to do so I wasn’t going to give up no matter how cow-like I felt. Of course, I have nothing against formula and mom’s who choose to (or have to) use it!
The thing I’ve learned about motherhood in the last 16ish months is, there is generally no “right” way to do it. Each mommy finds out what methods work for her. I HOWEVER, found it more comforting to hide out during breastfeeding. You see, my child did not “allow” nursing blankets. So I had no choice but find a secure place to do my thang. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have minded the public-with-a-nursing-blanket-though, part as much.Most of the time when I had to nurse away from home, it wasn’t all bliss and glam. Like sitting by a roaring fire for example. AND, despite my best efforts to remain concealed from the world, I had an instance where my nursing moment was rudely interrupted. It was bound to happen- since I had to nurse like 5 + times a day for 13 straight months. And with my luck, those odds were not in my favor. But in this case, it SHOULD’VE been avoided…
It started out a typical Sunday, my family and I were at church- sitting in our usual isle- and as usual, the mother’s room was full and Brody wanted to eat NOW. SO, I went to the bathroom (wasn’t my favorite place, but was my last option at this point). Thankfully, the handicap stall had a long bench (away from the toilet) in there that I could sit on. I happened to notice there was something different about the stall this particular Sunday. There was a laundry hamper in there with me….? I didn’t give it much thought, I knew there was a door connected through there to the baptismal font- so I figured someone must’ve gotten baptized that weekend. Halfway through my thought, the door inside the stall FLYS OPEN and a MAN walks in! I was not in any condition for visitors, least of all a man. In the women’s restroom. In the middle of church. Who by the way, didn’t even knock. I would’ve felt bad for the guy for such an awkward situation, But HE DIDN’T EVEN JUST SHUT THE DOOR AND LEAVE! He finished walking in and grabbed the hamper, and THEN left. I should point out, it was obvious that I was nursing!!! The nerve of some people. Actually, T and I both had good laughs about it… but… really, dude? Really?
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