No way did I care if people are uncomfortable when I needed to feed! Finding somewhere secluded would have meant having DS strung out a little longer for a feed, and if he could have understood words, he most certainly wouldn't have understood the concept of "these people don't want to see you eat because, for some reason, mummy's boobies are rude". I was of the 'no asking, no apologies' campNot out of some idea of a crusade against a selectively prudish society, but because I mainly didn't want to apologise for something so basically natural and life-giving. And I figured that if I could do it at the fire station, there were no limits!
ETA: I never had anyone offended, either, so no-one ever thought I was being militant. I should also explain that most of the daddies in my brigade are pro-BF and their partners BF, so it is very normalised in my circles. Guess I was lucky, cos feeding at the station gave me confidence to do it everywhere else, apology-free.
I seriously don't understand the convenience argument. For the first 6 months, all DS needed was me...and I wasn't going anywhere for too long at a time if I was going on my own. Camping was a breeze, a girls' weekend was great, trips out to my horse were easy peasy, a trip to NZ was fuss-free...it's as hard as you want it to be!!




Not out of some idea of a crusade against a selectively prudish society, but because I mainly didn't want to apologise for something so basically natural and life-giving. And I figured that if I could do it at the fire station, there were no limits!
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