This morning, I had an appointment with a specialist. I have this (benign) nodule in my wrist, so I’m looking to get it excised. The offices of plastic surgeons have a decidedly more luxurious feel to them. There were pieces of art all over the place. The smell of the office also had much less of a “hospital” smell to it.
Anyway, as I was sitting in the waiting room, there was a mother and her newborn child sitting on the opposite side absorbed with each other. The boy was cooing, and the mother was responding with burbling baby talk. It was all too cute, but I looked elsewhere to avoid staring. Soon, the baby started fussing a great deal. The mother responded with an “OK! OK!” She turned her back towards me, seemed to adjust her shirt, and then…silence. Silence, except for small vocal grunts from the baby. Apparently, the mother just whipped her breast out and started feeding right there.
I kind of didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see what was going on–not (just) because of exposed tits, but because the idea of breastfeeding is…kind of novel, know what I mean? In any case, out of politeness, I averted my eyes. I kind of had to–the mother kept peering over her shoulder in my direction with quick darts. Soon, her name was called. She tucked her breast away and went in to meet the doctor.
Hmm. I can’t comment on breast feeding in public. I mean, is there some sort of etiquette when it happens around you (other than: don’t stare)? I guess you have to give the hungry baby priority, yeah?
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