Vignettes of Nursing Humor X
Short and sweet breastfeeding tales  I
am currently nursing our three younger children: our son, 4 1/2, and
our daughters ages 21 months and 7 months. When I nursed my youngest
in public, my son developed the habit of asking, quite loudly,
"Can I nurse?" repeatedly.This became tiresome, especially since he only nurses once or twice a day before sleeping. Finally, we sat down and discussed how nursing is a private topic for us and we would have a private "code." If he wanted to nurse, he was to ask if I would "rock him when we get home". This worked like a charm for a few weeks. I should have known it was too good to last..... We were in the mall and took a milk break for sister and up pipes our boy yelling, "Will you rock me when we get home? You know I LOOOOVE to nurse!" So much for our privacy! I didn't breastfeed my first child a son, Tray, nine years ago being 18 and not knowing anything about breastfeeding. So I was pretty excited that my husband and I finally got pregnant with our second child - also a boy born on June 3rd of this year, Bailey. I had decided that I wanted to breastfeed and am so glad that I have made this decision. On the 4th of July, Bailey being a month old, we decided that we were going to go to the lake after being out in the blaring heat at the up town parade. By the time we got to the lake, Bailey was ready to nurse. I had put a long t-shirt on over my one-piece swim suit and had slipped my arms out of my swim suit straps and sat up on the beach with Bay nursing under my t-shirt while my husband and our oldest son went out into the water to swim. Time passed and Bay had fallen asleep still under the oversized t-shirt. My husband had came up on the beach and asked if I wanted to go out into the water, and he would sit with Bay. I handed Bay off to him, stood up and ripped up my t-shirt to go down to the water. I had totally forgotten that my arms were still out of the swim suit straps and my breasts were fully hanging out exposed to a very busy lake! I was so embarrassed. My husband and I were laughing abnd crying at the same time. I haven't been back to that lake since. Thanks for letting me share my funny story. Nicki Thomas While on vacation from Japan to see relatives in the states (ooh so many states) we took a whirlwind drive from New York. to West Virginia. I was in my usual position in the back seat perched over my nursing 19-month-old son, Connor. I was looking at the beautiful scenery flying by, trying not to throw up (did I mention I was also pregnant). Connor is a pat-a-pawer. His little hands are not happy unless they are both holding my breast. Well, during his pat-a-pawing his hind wandered up to my arm pit. He unlatched yanked up my shirt and stared in amazement at my unshaved arm pit and yelled, "Ninny has eyebrows!" Katie  I
was shopping with my mom in Price Club when my daughter was 5 months
old. I was wearing her in the front carry pouch when she started to
cry for the breast. I covered my shoulder and her head and she latched
on. I thought I was so smart and discreet, nobody knew what I was
doing.A few aisles later my mom was chuckling at me, telling me it was pretty clear what was going on under that blanket. It seems that Victoria was so pleased that she was "happy pawing" (massaging with her hand) my back outside of the blanket. Elaine Hastings As a first-time mother who is strictly breastfeeding, I guess I had a lot to learn. I'm a stay-at-home mom, so for the first few months of my daughter's life, I didn't leave the house much due to the frequency of her feedings. Needless to say, I didn't have much need for breast pads, although I had "more than enough" milk. At my daughters 2 month baby well visit, her pediatrician, a man, explained to me about the immunizations Madeline would get that day. Everything sounded fine to me. Fine that is, until I saw the needle they would be using. When the nurse uncapped the syringe, it was like a bomb went off inside my chest. My right breast literally exploded with milk when I realized what they were about to do to my baby! Of course, everyone in the room saw what happened, but no one looked more embarrassed than the doctor. My shirt was so soaked with milk I could have wrung it out. I just smiled and said, "Must be time for a feeding," although inside I was cringing. The lesson here was, no matter how much you think you don't need to wear a pad, you do!! You never know what you will encounter, especially us first-time moms. Katie Tripp |
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