Well, we’re home from our amazing trip to New Hampshire with the Willett side, and I’m madly doing laundry today to repack for our trip to St Louis tomorrow. We’ll see if I can get the pictures up from the trip before we leave.
For now, here’s a little anecdote from yesterday’s trip home. Our flight got delayed a good hour last night, and we’d gotten there in plenty of time, anyway, because no one wants to rush through an airport with two kids, two carseats, a pack n play, stroller, large suitcase, diaper bag, computer bag, and three other carry-ons. So we were sitting by our gate for quite a while, and while I was sitting and nursing Lizzie, a woman walked by with a sentimental, approving glance that tells any nursing mom, “Awww…good for you…I miss breastfeeding.” I’m sure any nursing mom among my readers knows exactly the kind of look I’m talking about. It’s a nice contrast to the “gross–she’s nursing in public under that cover!” that we all get more often. Anyway, half an hour later, this woman passes me again and, not content to look approvingly again, comes over to tell me that she just loves seeing kids get “mom juice”. I make some generic comment about how breastfeeding is wonderful or something, and she comes a step closer to tell me how good it is for the kids. I make another generic comment, and she tells me how much she misses it. I make another generic comment, and she tells me that it’s now on to a new generation because she has grandchildren who are nursing. I start fearing that she’ll tell me her life story if I keep making generic comments, so I say how wonderful it is and look over at Tommy who is playing in the other direction and tell him to be careful. Not taking the hint, she asks if he’s mine and if I nursed him. Yes, I did. It was wonderful. How old are they? (This is a more normal question. I can work with this.) I tell her their ages and names and that we are on our way back from a family vacation. She tells me that she’s dropping off campers from the summer camp where she works. A few more pleasantries pass, and she leaves, giving me one last comment that it’s great to see parents who are fans of their kids.
Now I’m “a fan of my kids,” and I really do think breastfeeding is wonderful, especially when I don’t have to worry about a latch or give up dairy (!), and I send approving glances to nursing moms in public, too. But am I the only one who thinks discussing “mom juice” with a stranger is a leeetle odd? Or random, at least? I am? Okay.
But here’s what you really wanted…our girl playing in her bouncy seat. She doesn’t know that lifting your dress up is unladylike. And her stats were great– she weighed in at 13 lbs 4 1/2 oz!
