When I first starting nursing my son I was extremely aware that my actual boob was exposed. I generally tend not to expose my breasts, generally *wink wink.*
In any event, as things became more and more second nature I became less and less worried about nursing in public or around others. I always covered myself up, but I wasn’t as hyper-sensitive about the cover being completely on before I whipped the old boob out.
In fact, there were times that I would completely forget my cover and simply use a random blanket, sweatshirt, or napkin to “hide” my boobage. I also became pretty good at covertly nursing. However, all good things must come to an end – or an embarrassing dangling end if you will.
I was at the park enjoying the day with my kids. Of course my seven-month-old needed to nurse. I confidently got him into place, covered and went about scrolling through Facebook. After he was finished I set him down to play. I went back to my Facebook scrolling.
At first, I didn’t realize the slight breeze or the fact that my cover had slipped. I thought I had covered myself back up after the nursing – turns out my shelf nursing bra had gotten tangled in my shirt. I was giving the whole park a SHOW!
I hadn’t even charged for tickets! I have never moved so fast in my entire life – and that’s saying something considering I could beat any man, woman, or child out the door if someone screamed FREE ice cream, shoes, wine, okay really anything free.
I never planned to be a part of the free the Nipple campaign, but apparently, my subconscious really wanted to see it happen.
I want to say that I left the park out of sheer mortification, however after pushing a baby out of my naked body in front of a room FULL of student doctors – I feel no shame – ever!
