Nursing a toddler (in public), comments on

3 February 2010 at 1:42 am 1 comment

So yes, this has been on my mind lately. . . but on Sunday we were out at dim sum with two (childless) friends, and my almost eighteen-month-old son was getting tired and cranky. He had already eaten some dumplings (speared on a fork), sat in the high chair, and tossed toy cars out of the high chair, and now he was clearly done with the meal, done with the company, and ready for a nap. I popped him into a mei tai in a front carry, and sat down again with him. He flailed around and shrieked for perhaps a minute, until he realized the advantage of this position–proximity to the breast. I latched him on, and he was instantly calm and relaxed. 

“Oh, so cute,” one of my friends said, after a couple minutes, peering at the baby. “You’ve got a thumb sucker over there!”

“No,” I said, “not a thumb. That’s my breast.”

“What? Oh, he’s so cute!” My friend leaned in for a better look.

“That’s not his thumb,” I said again. “That’s my breast.”

“What? Oh!” My friend leaned back and blushed, but then managed to recover. “See, he was just hungry still!”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Hunger, thirst, comfort–he’s got it all.”


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