One pivotal event stands out in my mind as the reason I decided to learn how to breastfeed in a carrier. It’s been two years since that date, and I’m still appalled I let it happen. It was time to feed my newborn and I was shuttled away and confined in a room to breastfeed.
It was a stressful time in our lives. My son was due around Thanksgiving, but be decided to wait. He held out a few days … like 13 days late. I’ve told you about his late arrival before. He waited until the morning my Father-in-Law arrived for his annual Christmas trip from Indiana.
December is always extremely busy with the multiple Christmas gift exchanges we’re subjected to. Our families can’t seem to coordinate a single time to come together at once, so we usually end up with about 4 Christmas celebrations. It’s too much when there isn’t a tiny baby involved. But, this event being just days before one of the many gatherings we’d be subjected to over the month was extremely emotional.
I should have been toting around a baby who was a couple weeks old, which was bad enough, in my opinion. Instead, I was toting around a baby who was only days old. We hadn’t even begun a breastfeeding routine.
We had no routine.
I didn’t know my son. We had nothing figured out. And I was being expected to tote him to my sister-in-law’s house for my Father-in-Law’s Christmas celebration.
We ate our Christmas dinner and rounded the kids upstairs for their first Christmas gift exchange. The kids barely had a chance to open gifts and our new baby began wailing for his dinner. So I started gathering the nursing cover in preparation.
This one thing made me learn to breastfeed in a carrier
The next thing I know, I was being escorted into a bedroom.
Now, maybe I should have taken it as I was being given privacy. Or that this person thought we needed a quiet place to feed. But that’s just not how it felt.
It felt as though feeding my baby wasn’t allowed in front of the family because I chose (and our baby preferred) breastfeeding.
Despite having a cover, I had been robbed of watching my daughter’s face as she opened her gifts from her Grandparents. Until my son was finished eating, I wasn’t able to be part of the exchange.
Fighting back tears, I made my way back into the room as everyone was wrapping up on their gift opening. I couldn’t believe I missed it. And, my son and I were just getting started. When we left that night, I struggled to find the words to express how horrible I felt about the whole situation.
But, then I became determined. There was no way I was going to miss out on another beautiful moment with my daughter or husband. My and my son’s choice in feeding would not hamper my ability to “be there.”
I decided, from then on, I was going to breastfeed in a carrier. And for nearly a year, every time he got hungry, no matter where we were, I’d strap him into the carrier and feed him.
I never let his feeding preference get in the way of another event. And most of the time, no one even knew he was eating as I walked around merrily. We didn’t miss out on life. And I breastfed my son in the carrier at my sister-in-law’s house every time we went there. And I hadn’t been made to hide in a room again.
I don’t know if they ever figured out what we were doing. But, it doesn’t matter any longer. Because I learned to breastfeed in a carrier, I was able to care for my son while ensuring I was continuing to be part of the family. And I succeeded in not being shuttled into another room against my will again.
What carrier did I use to breastfeed in?
The Boba 4G was the carrier of choice!