Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Stopit! Stopit! Stopit!!!

I’m still having nursing woes.

Only now, it’s not the lack of supply (that seems to have turned around fast). It’s Sasha. His behavior.

He’s a smart little boy and has figured out exactly how to get a snack for himself. Just go over to Mommy, yank her shirt up over her head, unclip the bra, grab on and lean forward. I actually found it cute up until we had company.
And yesterday when we were sitting in the Social Security Admin. Not so cool to suddenly have your breasts flashed to about a dozen strange men. Grinning tot or not.

He also has discovered that when he grabs on, if he does it just right, he can make a stream and shoot things with it. Again, not cool. The Hubby thinks it’s funny. The Hound thinks it’s AWESOME and waits around to catch some. Me, I don’t like feeling like a walking Super Soaker. Squirting passersby is not what breasts are for.

Not to mention, all this makes me a walking posterchild for why public breastfeeding can be highly offensive. I personally wouldn’t appreciate sitting in a waiting room to be flashed and then squirted by some random person’s bodily fluids. Even if it was just milk.


Burgh Baby said...

Heh. You've discovered the reason why I hid in fitting rooms when breastfeeding mine. At least there I can wipe up the walls and not worry about anybody losing an eye.

Yeah, uh, good luck with that. I'll be calling you Super Soaker for now on, just so you know.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry I know that was not meant to be funny but it was so very funny. That is one hysterical mental picture I got about the SSA.

That has got to be frustrating though.

caramama said...

Ugh! That does sound very frustrating. Also very funny. (Sorry, but it is.) And he's just not old enough to talk to about nursing in public ettiquette either! Good luck!