By Joanna Lowrey
I am an engineering graduate student and my husband and I are taking a class
together at 7:30 in the morning. A friend comes to the school to watch our 7-month-old
boy, Cullen, while we are in class, and I often talk to her about the joys of
breastfeeding.
One morning we were discussing modesty and how I have lost some of my sensitivity because
I breastfeed on demand and that often means in public. I had gotten to school early to
feed the baby before class and then realized I was running late. I unlatched Cullen (who
was finished eating, and now just playing with my breast), handed him to my friend,
grabbed my bag, and ran down to class.
As I walked in, I noticed one of the guys in the front staring at my chest with a funny
look on his face. I sat down next to my husband, leaned over and asked him why people were
staring at my chest. He looked down himself and just started laughing, so I looked down
and realized I had forgotten to "put myself together" before I went to class.
Luckily, I had pulled my bra back up but the first and last buttons on my shirt were the
ONLY ones fastened. And I didn't even blush.
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