an elementary primer on discreet nursing

January 6, 2010

as you've probably picked up on, i am unabashedly loving this whole nursing thing.  and though i have inadvertently become a total breastfeeding cheerleader, i still don't want to show everyone my boobs.  that's right, woman at the store, just as much as you don't want to see my boobs i really don't want to show them to you.  i love nursing and i think ladies should be able to do it in public without fear but i still get riddled with nerves about it.  i don't want people to glare at me- frankly, it just doesn't feel very good.

i already have a lot of anxiety about going out in public so imagine that multiplied by the fear that some crazy old person is going to run over and harass me.  i probably worry about this a little too much as jon often tells me.  but, i've compiled here the most helpful things i've learned about modest breastfeeding thus far in hopes of sharing these handy tips with others.  also, i'm nursing around the clock at this point so there isn't a lot of room in my brain for other subjects.
welcome to:

the grumbles elementary primer on discreet nursing

know your comfort level.
obviously in the first months things are much harder.  baby and mom are still getting the hang of things.  the point of discreet nursing is to be comfortable and make those around you comfortable so if you don't feel up to doing it in public? don't.  when jude was only a few weeks old we were out at old navy and he started too fuss.  it was eating time.  so i stepped into the dressing rooms and nursed in there for a few minutes.  it got the job done with the least amount of worry.  now as we are both more practiced i don't feel like i have to do that.

location is key.
for the record i would consider this of very least priority.  if you're trying to not attract attention you shouldn't sit in the center of a room full of people.  that's just common sense.  this mostly comes into play in restaurants.  if i think i might need to nurse when we're trapped at a table i usually try to choose a seat where i can have my back to the majority of the room or a booth that provides a little more coverage.  i feel more comfortable and that's what's important.

on the other hand i also don't think i should have to run away and hide.  so i take this one with a grain of salt.  if there is an easy location that i can sit off to the side? great!  but i've also nursed while strolling through the mall.  you can't stop me, yo!  (jude was in the maya wrap during that adventure and no one was the wiser.)

the buddy system.
i never feel nearly as afraid when i'm with jon or another nursing mom.  a little backup and support never hurts and helps banish those silly worries. 

ditch the cover.
i know many moms are probably going to disagree with this one, but this is my list! so eat it!  i don't like covers.  i think they attract more attention than they prevent.  what are you going to notice more, a woman wearing a big tent of fabric around her or a woman cradling a baby?  jude isn't a big fan and will try to rip it off of his head so i spend more energy fighting with him and worrying about if i'm completely covered than if i just sat there and didn't have to squirm around.  plus, as you'll see below, i have learned the secret formula for complete coverage without adding more fabric.

the exception to this is the sling.  i love nursing in our ring sling.  jude can do whatever (sleep, eat, flop around) and you can't see a thing.  very handy for when you don't want to stop to nurse and want to keep walking around.  an added benefit?  the sling helps support his weight so i don't have to carry around 16 pounds all on my own.

one of my most uncomfortable experiences so far was using a cover.  we were at the mall the saturday before christmas and it was PACKED.  all three of us were hungry so we stopped at the food court.  i attempted to find a location location location, but the only table not being used was at the bottom of the very busy stairs in the middle of the entire room surrounded by people.  so we sat down there.  i was feeling intimidated so i threw my long black scarf over jude while he ate.  jon went off to grab our food and while he was gone i noticed a whole family of people a few tables over STARING at me, blasting a hole in my chest with their lazer beam eyes.  i couldn't have BEEN more covered up and i'm convinced that if i hadn't been draped with a big black scarf it would have never come to their attention at all. 

keep calm and carry on.
a fair amount of this is in the attitude.  if i'm starting to feel uncomfortable i try to remember to sit up straight and look at ease.  if you're confident about what you're doing other people won't question you.  feed your baby with pride and modesty and you are never in the wrong!  several times when we've been out and about i've gotten a nasty look and i try each time to just look back like i am 100% sure that what i'm doing is ok.  what?  yes i am awfully cute, aren't i?  that must be why you're looking at me.  and more often than not i don't get nasty looks.  i get other women cooing and crowing about the cute little baby or friendly smiles.  or even better, the majority of people don't even notice what i'm doing because i'm modest about it and it's not a big deal.

the multi-layer clothing trick.
so here's my favorite thing i've learned and i actually picked up on some breastfeeding forum someplace- this has opened up a new world for me where i don't have to use a cover but people can still see virtually nothing.  i am comfortable, jude is comfortable, and generally the public has nothing to complain about.  first, you need to wear two shirts.  an undershirt that pulls down and whatever regular shirt you like that goes up.  here's the plan: you just reach up under your shirt and unfasten/pull down nursing bra and pull down the undershirt while the overshirt keeps you covered. get baby in position, and then quickly pull up the overshirt so baby can latch on.  magic!


modeled for you here by jude and i, of course!

only a sliver of the key section of breast is exposed and is completely blocked by baby's head.  and the more i have practiced it the easier this has gotten.  if jude lets go and isn't done i just lean forward over him a little and hold him closer so his head continues to block 'zone x'.  it has the added benefit of keeping your tummy warm and covered in the winter and no one has to see your giant stretch marks.  this has boosted my confidence through the roof and i feel much more casual about it.  nursing score!

and really, could anything be more peaceful and lovely than this?  and look at that little rubberband wrist, oh my!



so sweet, originally uploaded by Grumbles&Grunts.

what's up with jude? the four month jude breakdown.

January 4, 2010


hi everybody! i'm four months old and stuff.

sometime between this week and last week jude turned four months old. i know! four months! where oh where does the time go?  i've noticed that i haven't written a lot about what exactly the jude is up to these days.  and that's because until very recently it was a whole lot of nothing.  babies don't do a whole lot.  but as months three (and now four) are moving along he is less of a lumpy needy floppy THING and more of a... kid.  he's learning and growing and actually DOING STUFF.  let me illustrate this point for you very very clearly:

jude, three days old



jude, three and a half months old



today he had his four month checkup at the pediatrician.  result?  big healthy baby.  he is modestly monstorous, at 25.5 inches with short little legs and weighing in at 16 lbs 7 oz.  this boy doesn't miss a meal (trust me, that is not an option).  still nurses every. two. hours. that's the price to pay for a rolly jolly little zen boy i guess.

so what's going on in the world of jude?  hands.  did you know that you have them at the end of your arms?  because jude has discovered them and they delicious.  and AMAZING.  mind blowing even.  and he rolls over,  plays with toys, and spends an inordinant amount of time trying to stand up.  mostly though, he is the zen baby.  watching.  following.  learning.  sitting.  talking.  watching.  laugh and smile and flirt.  falling asleep every night at 8:30 to the decemberists.  he's very in to music.  this is the age where babies transform to be a lot more fun and engaging.

since month two jude had slept from 8:30pm to 4am, eat, then back to sleep until 7:00.  it has been magical bliss.  i never told you for fear that spilling my glorious guts to the internet would jinx it.  why am i telling you now?  because it's totally ruined.  every single night since december 23rd he has woken up to eat at night every two hours.  thanks holiday traveling!  great!  he still puts himself to sleep at bedtime just fine, he just wakes up for snack breaks.  oh well.  this too shall pass, eventually.  he's also been battling a cold off and on which has complicated thing even more.  but not sleeping is part of the parenting package, it's not exactly a surprise.  so we move on.

it finally seems to have occurred to young master jude that there are people and then there is MAMA.  yesterday he was grouchy and fussy, chewing on everything and whining.  jon and i take turns entertaining him while we're at home and jon had him and he fussed and fussed.  ...until he gave jude to me, and he turned to jon and smirked.  i am, evidently, very awesome all of a sudden.  it is both flattering and inconvenient because he wants my whole and total attention.  like, right now.  so... bye!


dadtime afternoon (b&w), originally uploaded by Grumbles&Grunts.

Mr. the Grumbles

January 1, 2010

a very happy birthday to you, jon. i'm sorry that your birthday is overshadowed by the holiday season. ok... not so much "overshadowed" as "completely eclipsed by everyone's hangovers".

i'm so glad to celebrate the day my best friend was born, even though it makes me mad when you wear your shoes in the house.  just a few weeks ago we were reading through your baby book and under the section "mother's reaction at birth" it said: says nothing.  in total shock.  good times, new year's baby.


just a few minutes ago we spoke on the phone and you told me, "i just commented on someone's blog.  it was sort of mean, but cake boss is stupid!" and i said, "ugh, cake boss IS stupid, ace of cakes is the SHIT!"  and when i went to check out your comment i saw that you signed as "Mr. the Grumbles" and my heart, it went pitter-patter flitter-flutter.  oh my, how i love you!

now let's try to find someplace that is open so we can go eat SUSHI!


jon's cute and stuff, originally uploaded by Grumbles&Grunts.