This post is a part of Mothering’s “Blog about Breastfeeding” event
All set and ready to overcome my biggest confession in breastfeeding, I prepared myself like I did every other time my two kids wanted to feed: shamelessly pulled down my top and let the kids go to town. There really isn’t a modest nor comfortable way to tandem breastfeed. This time was in front of other Seattle area families I had never ever met before on a floor I had never ever sat on before. Everything was new to me (and especially the kids) and I was ready for whatever festering fear to just dissipate once initiated. I’m quickly reminded I am a mom and nothing never ever goes according to whatever perfect scenario I naively formulated.
Sweating and barging in the Latch On location 20 minutes later than meet-up time, I whip my head back and forth between the registration sheet and Humnoy trying to sneak in his juice box into the food-free play area. I beam with a little pride when I ask if I need two entire lines dedicating for each breastfeeding child. Pride was bruised when I only needed the one but my kids’ ages happily shared a box. No biggie. We finally join the other families that were waiting for 10:30 to hit to latch on their children. The coordinator advised the moms to latch the child and like at home, I asked Humnoy if he’d like ‘nome-nome’ because he takes entirely too much time preparing to doing anything after being told. I knew this was a bust the moment I looked through his glazed eyes staring at the loud toy area. Humnoy would not be anywhere interested in breastfeeding at the one time that actually would “count.” At least I have my hand in the world record with one of my nurslings. WRONG.
I desperately tried to get Lanoy to latch because 1) so the coordinator can see she latched and 2) so my nipple isn’t flopped out. She latched on 30 seconds in but then nip-lashed off seconds later and then we probably were not counted as the 16 latches that morning. 16 latches and zero were my boobs. Once home and preparing these two for nap-time, they decided to pull a fast one again and celebrated the Big Latch On on their own time.
Did you have a breastfeeding moment gone wrong?
Update: This year’s Big Latch On had a new world record of 14,536 beating 2012′s number of 8,862.