by Elaine
 While I was pregnant with my daughter, Skye, I
was very open about pregnancy and childbirth with my son David. At just over 6 years old,
David was a VERY curious and inquisitive fellow. I tried to give him honest, factual
information without 'overloading' him on the clinical details of the baby's development
and of what to expect following the birth.
One of the topics that we discussed was how mommy would feed the
baby. He seemed to grasp the concept of breastfeeding fairly well,
and I answered many
questions about how my body would make milk, and how the milk would get out, etc. Once
Skye was born, he watched her nurse intently. And often as soon as she would so much as
whimper, he would ask if it was time for her to eat.
I never realized just how wonderfully he had grasped the concept of breastfeeding until
one day when we had been grocery shopping. While we were in the check out line, Skye became a bit fussy. I was trying to wait until we got
home to feed her, or at least until we were in our car. A well meaning little old lady
said to David, "Where is her pacifier or her bottle? Maybe she's hungry." I
beamed with pride and struggled not to laugh at the woman's shocked expression as David
responded ... "She doesn't like those things ... She probably wants to nurse!"
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