Yipppeeee... first step to in-public BFing confidence!

[The[cookie]Doctor]

Well, this is my big WOOHOOO!

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Right, so i never wanted to breastfeed, i hate my breasts generally being touched & from the babies (& their parents) i'd known previously, formula feeding was just, the way to go.

Well... first... we got me breastfeeding... now, i hate the feel of it (don't worry our attachment is fine!), & for my own comfort i'd rather he was a formula fed baby... but as he's a good, quick, non troublesome feeder, i'm persevering.

Now, i have huge boobs. Like, i could donate breast implants to a small small-boobed nation - huge. So feeding is one of the most ridiculously awkward encounters of each day for me. Gotta have three and a half of the fluffiest largest pillows to help prop him up, get my boobs in the right place, test to see if he can suck comfortably, move around a bit... yes, yes i know, you're catching my drift. Oh and i should mention that i can't feed him 'Madonna-hold' style, i have to hold him like a football...

So because of this, i was totally put off the thought of BFing in public - i mean seriously, what was i going to do... fit a backseat full of pillows in his pram? And then of course, there's the playful-baby exposing lots of nipple act he likes to do at the start of EVERY feed, & off course mummy's in general shyness about getting her boobs out for the world to see. It's not like i can hide them with his head, they're like three times its' size!!

Well... (yes i'm now coming to the end of my drawn out, lacking in conciseness story) today i breastfed in a feeding room at the shopping centre!

Okay... so it isn't quite 'public' yet... but i'd expressed and packed a bottle of EBM in case he woke knowing there was, like zero chance, of me flopping 'em out ('scuse the crassness).

BUT I DID... behind a drawn curtain & still with the wrap draped over my boobie and his head... but, still, I DID!!!

I guess I'm just proud because i underestimated myself... and i fed him just sitting on a standard food-court kind of chair with no pillows. Managed to hold the little fat porker up like a big football while he guzzled away (my poor arm!) and practice trying to maintain BFing 'dignity' for when i eventually attempt to conquer a cafe or the like.

Thanks for reading my big long ramble... had to share with you all.