After reading tonight’s other entry, it’s hard to imagine that I might. I must have, though, because I was duly embarrassed when the wedding coordinator told me this was the only place I could pump.
That would be the righthand sink of the three-stall bathroom that served as the only ladies room in the venue. The chair was mine from the table. I had to pick it up mid-reception and lug it with me to the restroom and back to the table when I was done. This prime location also faced the door, insuring that anyone who was in the hallway or on the way to the men’s room got an eyefull each time the door swung open. Thank goodness I thought to bring my nursing cover.
I don’t think most people knew what I was doing, especially those closest to my age. Six months ago I wouldn’t have known, either. I certainly got some strange looks and I know I was the after-bathroom topic of discussion for several people. However, I also got several “Good for you!” and “Awww, someone must have a baby!” comments that were really encouraging.
Breastfeeding makes for many an awkward and inconvenient experience (hello, pumping on the bus/I-35, anyone?) but it is so incredibly rewarding. It makes for good blog posts, too.