Well, it’s official. I’ve crossed a line and there’s no undoing it. Gone are the days of independence and youth. I’ve now officially breastfed in public… like… around strangers.
Naturally I accomplished this task with as much style as is possible. Considering my options at the time, I decided against sitting in the car at the Target parking lot and opted to utilize the Starbucks nestled within the Target instead. I ordered (for the first time ever) an eggnog latte. (Weird. I know. I was curious.) It seemed more nonchalant for me to be sipping a hot beverage while Bennett was enjoying his own beverage than for me to be awkwardly perched on a public bench.
So, yeah, once I got my drink, I caped myself up (so convenient, these “hooter hiders”), sat down at a tiny round table and proceeded to make eye contact with every single person who walked by… just to see if they noticed us. Interestingly enough, I got neither an expression of approval nor an expression of disgust. In spite of the fact that I felt like there was a gigantic, neon light flashing an arrow at the two of us, we really weren’t anything special to the rest of Target’s shoppers this morning.
And then it hit me: I’ve never felt less noticeable. For my first attempt being a public breastfeeder, I realized that I’ve never felt less sexy being out and about. Then again, do I need to feel alluring right now? Not really. I did, however, feel really competent, organized, mature and proud of myself for making it all look easy (which, funnily enough, turns me on so it’s gotta be some version of sexy).
Yep, I think I’ll do it again.