Breastfeeding- A Fact of Life

Warning: This post is somewhat controversial; however, everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion and I am just expressing mine here.

A few weeks ago, while attending Sunday Mass with my family, my little girl let out some little shrieks letting me know she was hungry…Now. So like any good mom, I prepared to feed her.

I glanced over in the direction of the nursery only to notice that this particular Sunday the room was full of little children running around.

So I’m faced with two options: feed her in the church pew (completely covered up, let me add) or let her go hungry and scream her lungs out interrupting everyone’s experience.

I opted to feed her.

My darling husband grabbed my nursing blanket and helped baby H and I get situated. All was going well and everyone was happy…Or so I thought.

The offering was the next part of the mass and my church has a custom of passing the collection basket from one individual to another. I turned to hand the basket to family behind me and was greeted with a very dirty look from the mother. If that was the only thing that happened, I may have chalked the incident up to an accident; however, during the spread of peace, she refused to acknowledge or look at me.

I understand breastfeeding makes some people awkward. To be completely honest, those who feed without covering up even make me feel  uncomfortable. Nevertheless, us mothers should not have to deprive our children or go hide in a corner to provide our children with food. That’s not right.

Personally, I put that cover on so you and I, both, don’t feel uncomfortable. Feeding my baby underneath a blanket or cover is not the easiest task in itself. My view of my baby is obscured and many times she gets too warm. It would be so so so much easier to feed her uncovered.

When a person makes snide comments or gives dirty looks to us breastfeeding mothers, it lowers our confidence in our ability to mother. And hey, this job is hard enough as it is.

So, cut us some slack. We’re only trying to make everyone happy.







  • Eating cold food with one hand while holding the baby with the other
  • Finding dried milk on your neck, arms, shirt while in public because you have the world’s messiest eater
  • Becoming a professional at moving things closer to you with your feet so you don’t have to set down your little angel
  • Getting things done based on your little one’s sleeping schedule (and maybe trying to get them to take one more nap on a busy day)
  • Creating a special stain remover concoction and using it on nearly every outfit they wear
  • Having a gibberish conversation with your husband and baby and somehow understanding each other
  • Losing your normal (pre-baby) sleeping routine for a much more unpredictable, exhausting one
  • Encouraging your little music machine to make as much bodily sound as possible, including burps and poos
  • Trying to capture a picture of that beautiful baby grin repeatedly, only to have them get serious every time the camera comes out
  • Carrying around an overfilled, over prepared diaper bag everywhere, because you never know what you’ll need. But then taking five minutes to dig things out because the pacifier is always buried on the bottom
  • Feeling your heart grow 1,000,000,000 times its normal size every time you gaze at her beautiful face

What My Two Month Old Taught Me


I think kiddos can teach us a lesson.

As I was nursing my two month old, my mind began wandering to my list I wanted to accomplish for the day. I couldn’t help but think, “if only she could nurse in a carrier so I could use my hands to clean up the room, I could knock two things off my list at once!”

It’s human instinct to have this urge to multitask. In fact, I feel lazy when I’m not cooking dinner, doing laundry, attending to my adorable baby, conversing with my darling husband, oh and catching up with my Instagram feed all at the same time.

I think technology is somewhat to blame for this dysfunctional need to complete everything at once. We see perfectly clean houses and restaurant style meals being made from our Facebook and Instagram friends. We feel as though we are failing if we can’t produce the same flawless results in our own lives. It’s keeping up with the Joneses on steroids.

Not only are we trying to perfect our lives, but we are also avoiding any miniscule second of boredom if possible by checking our twitter or googling the first random thing that comes to mind. Don’t get me wrong, feeding a baby for the seventh time that day isn’t the most exciting thing to do. It may be one of the most meaningful though.

My daughter only knows how to do one thing at a time right now. She eats, sleeps, fills her diaper, stares at the ceiling, or flashes her toothless grin at me.

So I have decided to break the crazy, multitasking, perfectionistic cycle and take time to smell the roses with my little H.  So what if I only do one load of laundry for the day? My husband and I will survive if an eight course dinner isn’t ready by the time he gets home. No one died from eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for supper. (Unless your allergic to nuts, I suppose)

And I’ll never get those precious toothless grin moments back. Even if the smiles only happen while she is preparing to fill her diaper.