No big message here, except that I found these images powerful, beautiful, and interesting. I do not understand our cultural horror and disdain for something so natural. I am a proud breastfeeding mama. I certainly do not go out of my way to make a show of it, and indeed in 10 months have nursed outside my home less than 25% of the time. I have, however, nursed in parked vehicles, restaurants, shopping centers, friend’s/family’s homes, waiting rooms, and wherever else he was hungry. I do not cover up. I do not need to. He doesn’t like it, and if you don’t understand that, try eating your dinner with a blanket over your head and face. He has not been forced to eat in a nasty stinky bathroom either. EEEWWW. I am not making him eat anywhere I wouldn’t. I guarantee that when I feed him you see far less of me than you do on any random girl or woman in most adverts or, indeed, walking around on the streets any given day. SO, once again, no big message here, except that I found these images to be beautiful, natural, and empowering for those of us struggling to use what nature gave us in the face of a society who has forgotten their purpose due to cultural conditioning and sexualization of our bodies.
The above picture was found here on Wikipedia and was listed under creative commons.
The above picture was one of a series taken in Africa by Christopher Rimmer. Original article here.
This pic I found here. Worth reading, and has several very nice pics from around the world.
The three preceding pics were taken from here. Word of warning though, this gallery has some wonderful candid nursing shots but if you are offended easily you should probably skip it. Then again, if you are offended easily, you probably stopped reading before you got this far.
This pic was taken from an absolutely wonderful blog about these twins. I had a great deal of difficulty with my first two children’s attempts at nursing. My third has been a heavenly experience, so I have seen both sides of the fence. Moms of multiples who successfully nurse impress the heck out of me. Props to all of them.
I could have spent a lot more time sharing the pics I scanned through this morning………but I hear a little boy singing in the next room, which means that it’s nummy time here now. So here’s one last pic before I wrap up :
Nursing was a lot different at 5 months. Less of a gymnastic effort, definitely. Once he realized he could eat but still interact with his surroundings it became something of a challenge to keep him interested long enough for a feeding before he takes off to explore again. It’s never dull, but always rewarding. My 3 year old has certainly gotten into the act. If Connor cries, Gracen comes and tugs at me saying “Brother cry. Him hungry. You feed him boo-bies?” Yeah, I know, it probably loses a little of the cuteness factor when you don’t hear it. What I love is that he takes the situation at face value. Baby is hungry, baby needs to eat, feed him boo-bies mom. So tell me why a 3 year old can relate and accept the situation but an adult cannot? I have been saying that folks with hangups about nursing should grow up, but maybe that isn’t right. Maybe what they should do is forget some of the misperceptions they learned growing up.