08 September 2008

A time to nurse and a time to nurse anyway

Times I don't hate nursing

1. When I can't take any more socializing and want nothing more than to sit alone in a quiet room.

2. When my feet are killing me.

3. When I have a good book and no other way to get time to read it in good conscience.

4. When I realize I'd better get my normal clothes out of storage, and all I've done to shrink back into them is sit on my duff for an extra 3 hours every day.

Babies sense my power and they seek the life essence.

Times I hate nursing

1. Postpartum. Like I'm not already in enough pain?

2. When I'm sick. I'm SICK, for crying out loud! But here you are anyway to drain me of my precious bodily fluids, without even acting remotely sorry.

3. At the end of the day when I feel so chewed up and emptied out and we've already done this a billion times today and how can you possibly be lunging at me again?

4. When someone pees on the floor 45 seconds post-latch.


Joy said...

5. When I very discreetly latch on during the last verse of the sermon hymn (to hopefully ensure silence and stillness during the sermon), and the entire pew in front of me turns around and stares. Literally, stares. And I say, "Hi! Can I help you?" And then, by some twisted happenstance, *I'M* being rude.

Pr. H. R. said...

Well, you could move the children to a diet of distilled rain water and pure grain alcohol. . .


Joy said...

HA! That would ensure silence, wouldn't it? Can I have some for me too? (sometimes I get tired of listening to my hubby pontificate. shhhh! don't tell!)

Liz said...

Hate: When men are tending to toddlers in the church's nursing room. (So much for a modest place to nurse.)

Love: That sweet look on her face while she's nursing, as if everything is right with the world.

Karin said...

Hmmmm.....since my husband takes our 22 month old to the 'rubber room' (glass room at the back of the church)and two moms are due in a matter of days, I might want to alert him to the above comment of hate. Good point. At our old church the ushers would hang out in the lounge and then I would troop in with my nursing baby and basically have to give them not so subtle hints to get out.

Rebekah said...

While we were on vicarage with Baby 1, I (not being as brave as Joy) dutifully trotted to the nursery with Her Hungriness and found the place packed with what appeared to be an entire extended family (numerous adults spanning generations, plus some older kids) watching the service on the closed-circuit TV. They all looked at me as if I were intruding. I sat down and fed the baby.

It was very weird.

Reb. Mary said...

I'll second Liz: Those blissful looks of sweet nursing oblivion on their faces cover over a multitude of pain and awkwardness :)

Joy said...

Awwww...Rebekah thinks I'm brave! or maybe just ruthless?

Liz, honey... If men don't want to see a functioning breast in the way God ordained it, what are they doing in a nursing room?!? There is nothing inherently immodest about following the Lord's order of creation.

You ladies have NOTHING to apologize for, hear? And you would still have nothing to apologize for if you nursed in the pew--even a baby who wasn't content to suffocate under a blanket.

"The man who fears God will avoid all extremes." (Ecc. 7:18) We don't elbow our way through life determined to disturb, but neither do we seek man's approval.

Susan said...

6. Not having to wake up in the middle of the night, and still able to feed the baby in your sleep.

And AMEN to what Joy said about nursing the baby in the pew during church!

Pam said...


Being in a position to empathize with your frustrations, may I offer some encouragement??

As far as nursing in the pew, I have found it helpful that I happen to be sitting in the front pew. The only ones who would notice anything are the pastor (dh) and the acolytes, and ususally they are more embarrassed than I. ;-) I still try to be discreet, but as you may know, who can realistically leave several young'uns in the pew alone to actually go out to nurse, even if you DO take the toddler along?