Real Life Friday: On Breastfeeding

In honor of National Breastfeeding Week, I wanted to share my experience with my choice to breastfeed my son so far.
I was never one to enjoy skinny-dipping or sunbathe topless on the beaches of Corsica. Yet when I had my son and I chose to breastfeed him, it never felt like something I should hide. In the beginning, I would only change rooms in the house if we had guests that I knew could be a little uncomfortable. But my mom, dad, brother, stepdaughters and best friends have seen me nurse and I never felt weird about it. I was a little more shy about doing it in public but never really had to until we traveled to France when my son was 6 months old. 
There, I refused to let his feeding schedule stop us from exploring the city and ended up breastfeeding him on the go. Even getting there, I knew I would have to feed him on the plane and never really thought twice about it. Since then, I've breastfed in planes, airports, cute little parks in the Marais, in the Orsay Museum, the Louvre, on public benches and in the Rocky Mountains. 
I do not use a cover, because I hate them and so does my son. He gets too hot, I can't see him, it just doesn't work for us. 
And while I do try to be discreet about it, I don't feel the need to go to extreme lengths to hide and cover up. I have to feed my baby, my body is where the food comes from. There's nothing more to it. 
And honestly, in 9 months of breastfeeding, I have never received so much as a nasty glance. People usually don't care at all, or find it endearing. 


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