This post is a part of Mothering’s “Blog about Breastfeeding” event
I’m nervous. As much as I talk the talk here about the greatness that be breastfeeding, I’m at a loss of full confidence today. Right now, I’m attending the Big Latch On event and it is the first time I will attempt to tandem breastfeed in public. All for a cause and this shift of esteem reminded me that I should have my so-called “peaceful parenting” card revoked. This is the first time I’ve tandem breastfed in public not because both kids don’t
scream ask for it but because I have blatantly ignored the half of my half-Laotian duo that uses a pathetic little “peeeeeez?” paired with his ASL hand sign on his little belly. I throw toys in front of him, I promise juice boxes and candy, anything to distract him from being his persistent little self. I pretend I didn’t hear him the first 67 times or just flat out say, “No.” Yeah, I refuse to nurse my toddler in public.
As much as a crusader I want to be, I still want to be perceived as semi-normal. I mean, I already don’t use a breastfeeding cover as is and I get the side-eye a’plenty. My feeding my tiny little infant is already a big deal. Not in the congratulatory deal but “holy shit, I saw a brown nipple” deal. I can’t imagine the side-eye I’d magnetize if there were two brown nipples out. Today is the exception. Today is the day that I’m a part of the campaign to not have to make me put up my peaceful mommy reputation for the taking. I’m a part of a revolution to make feeding whatever-aged babies boring again and not sensationalized. I’m making the exception today for a campaign to be normal. Boobs are normal. I’m normal. Today is normal. Today, there’s nothing to see here, except two brown boobs out and my babies and that’s completely normal.