Family is something else altogether. There are the sterotypes and the assumptions. There are black sheep and rebels, homebodies and housewives, all sorts,kinds, sizes and flavors. And while we love them all, sometimes we don't have to like them.
I must say that I am a pretty open breastfeeder. I try keep things covered to the best of my ability, but I will not banish myself to the dungeon to feed my baby boy. Not gonna happen. Babies eat. Real babies eat boob. (Bottle fed babies are real babies too, but it sounded like a good sentence so I used it! =D)
It all started night one when baby and I passed out in the recliner after being awake for 30 hours. Sister in law leans over to kiss Lucian's head and I startle awake. Coming scant centimeters from bashing her nose in with my forehead. Oops. Don't sneak up on exhauted army wive. We attack. In our sleep. Leading with our foreheads. Viscious beasts we are. And then the saga continuted
Here I sit in the recliner while Lu contemplates if he'd rather sleep, eat, or some odd combination of the two and what should happen...I am attacked. Ok so attacked may be a strong word but it annoyed me. Along comes my sister in law (same one!). And kisses my baby. On the side of the head. While he's attached. To. My. Breast. I'm pretty sure that is the closest a set of female eyes have ever come to that part of my anatomy. Since Lu gets up close and personal while nursing, boy eyes have had a close encounter or two. AWKWARD. I feel as though waiting the 10 minutes until I got up from the living room and came out to join everyone else at the table to kiss my baby would not have been the end of the world. Just saying. Oh. And shes a nursing mother. I don't think she'd appreciate if I got all up in HER baby/boob barrier. So for all those out there that are curious a proper distance of 12 inches should be mantained between family and nursing babies at all times.
Close encounters of the family kind. Out of control I tell you.
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