Welcome to the July 2010 Carnival of Nursing in Public
This post was written for inclusion in the Carnival of Nursing in Public hosted by Dionna and Paige at NursingFreedom.org. All week, July 5-9, we will be featuring articles and posts about nursing in public (“NIP”). See the bottom of this post for more information.
I got started nursing in public right away after my first baby was born. Well, mostly right away. My first daughter was born four weeks before we moved from Ireland to Canada, and I had to organize passport photos, visit friends for the last time and do far more running around immediately after her birth than I would have done if we hadn’t been moving away.
So, nine days after my daughter’s birth I found myself downtown with engorged breasts, a hungry baby and no idea where I could possibly nurse. I dashed from shop to shop, looking for a nursing room or washroom with couches. After getting increasingly more desperate and frantic, I ended up running home with milk leaking down my shirt and my newborn baby wailing in the stroller. Once home I realized that breastfeeding just wasn’t going to work unless I learned how to nurse in public.
It took a while to figure out what I needed to nurse confidently in public. I gained confidence as I learned how to latch my baby efficiently and I also received some practical advice from other mamas. After several incidents in which milk poured down the front of my shirt during a feed, another new mom told me about Avent Breast Shells, which helped me save milk without pumping by catching the overflow that poured from the non-nursing side in the early days. They also saved my shirts from the seemingly inevitable milk stains.
Once I wasn’t so worried about soaking through my clothes I felt much more comfortable nursing in public. Another mom showed me how wearing a cardigan and a loose t-shirt helped avoid flashing that post-partum midsection in public. Every little tip helped me feel like I knew how to nurse my baby without embarrassment, and every successful outing raised my confidence.
The final assignment in my NIP101 crash course was our overseas flights. Four weeks postpartum, I packed up my carry-on and got into the car. We were in transit for about 24 hours, and I nursed in the backseat while stopped at the side of the road, in airport lounges, airplane cabins, while waiting at immigration and after our final landing in Vancouver. I wore my cardigan, I brought the breast shells, I had lots of Lansinoh breast pads and a couple of extra shirts. I had a receiving blanket too, but I only used it to catch milk that dripped when my baby popped off. I felt claustrophobic and far too hot with it draped over myself, and more importantly, I couldn’t see what I was doing.
And you know what? Nobody said a single thing to me about nursing in public.
Welcome to the Carnival of Nursing in Public
Please join us all week, July 5-9, as we celebrate and support breastfeeding mothers. And visit NursingFreedom.org any time to connect with other breastfeeding supporters, learn more about your legal right to nurse in public, and read (and contribute!) articles about breastfeeding and N.I.P.
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This post is just one of many being featured as part of the Carnival of Nursing in Public. Please visit our other writers each day of the Carnival. Click on the links below to see each day’s posts – new articles will be posted on the following days:
July 5 – Making Breastfeeding the Norm: Creating a Culture of Breastfeeding in a Hyper-Sexualized World
July 6 – Supporting Breastfeeding Mothers: the New, the Experienced, and the Mothers of More Than One Nursing Child
July 7 – Creating a Supportive Network: Your Stories and Celebrations of N.I.P.
July 8 – Breastfeeding: International and Religious Perspectives
July 9 – Your Legal Right to Nurse in Public, and How to Respond to Anyone Who Questions It