Lots of breastfeeding

I have been a little slack this week.  Unfortunately, both of my grandmothers and one of my husband's grandmothers are very ill in hospital.  I feel so blessed to have the influence of such amazing women in my life and I sincerely pray that they will pull through.

Anyway, I have had many opportunities to feed in public.  With so much going on I have not had the time to worry or be anxious about the feelings of others, I have just had to do what I have to do.

I breastfed in front of my grandmother when visiting her in hospital.  It was a little nerve wracking as I don't like to make the older generation uncomfortable. However, I know that my grandmother breastfed her five children.  She likes to tell a story of ducking behind a bush to tandem feed the first two.  Even now I wonder what the reaction would be to tandem feeding siblings like this. 

I also finally breastfed in church.  I was late.  It was mothers day so the church was heaving.  Baby was squarking and drawing far too much attention to us.  I felt happier having had the opportunity to discuss the issue with the vicar so I knew it was not innapropriate.  It worked as a lovely mute button for baby.  Anyway, under all my wintery layers it was unlikely you could see a thing.

I also sort of breastfed in front of my father-in-law.  I accomapnied him when he took my son swimming.  As I waited for them I was feeding my daughter and I got too hot and uncomfortable.  Knowing there was nothing to see anyway I took off the scarf I had over my shoulder.

So, I am becomeing more comfortable with breastfeeding in front of others.  But, as I do so I am beginning to ask much bigger questions.  Why does it matter if people breastfeed?  Why does it matter to me?  Why is there an issue with breastfeeding in public?  Some of these have seemingly easy answers, but I think that it may run much deeper than we like to think.  As I start to make sense of these questions I will try to blog about them.

In the meantime, please include my grandmothers in your prayers.

x

Can you breastfeed in church?

I previously blogged about my experience of breastfeeding at church.  If you didn't read it, I lost the nerve to feed in the pews as I was unsure of the response. 

This morning the family went to a Saturday children's service.  I was very impressed when another mum confidently fed her 3 month old boy under a muslin.  This got me thinking again.

The vicar was having a discussion with me about making the church child friendly and mentioned providing bean bags to breastfeed on.  So, with her having raised the issue herself I asked her what she thought about breastfeeding in church.  She said 'Well, I think some in the congregation may be uncomfortable, but there are those that do it.  Usually it's very discreet and only I notice.  I am quite happy with it personally."

So there you go, thats the official word.  Well, in my parish anyway.

I breastfed in Church!! Well, sort of...

Leaving Daddy and the boy at home, the new little girl and I went to church this week. The boy was still in his pyjamas and determined to play trains rather than get dressed so there was little likelihood of him being ready in time to join us. Even I had rushed out of the door to make sure I wasn't late. Baby didn't seem too impressed at the haste but I hoped the walk in the sling would make her nice and sleepy, ready to snooze through the service. However, I guess the icy winter wind didn't help. She spent the whole walk gazing about at the world with a look of wonder on her face, wide awake. Of course, on arriving at church, the second I sat down in the pew she started to complain loudly.

I had chosen a pew at the back and to one side with a view to breastfeeding if need be. Also it was nice and near the door if I needed to dash out (you never know when you might have to escape an angry mob when you publicly breastfeed... :D). Even in the reserved Victorian era, women breastfed visibly in church (according to Gabrielle Palmer's 'The Politics of Breastfeeding'). Surely there could be no issue in our liberated times? However, my baby's cries had drawn too much attention. I felt watched, whether I was or not. I wasn't completely at the back so there were people to my right who could easily glance over. This church welcomes young children but there were no others there today. The parishioners today were all over 50 at least. Would they judge me? Was their generation kindly towards this behaviour or not? I was unsure. Nonetheless, I picked up my baby's blanket and swathed myself in it planning to start to feed. It felt awkward. Could anyone see my flesh? Would they know what was going on under the fabric? Would anyone think this behaviour inappropriate? I certainly didn't want to ruin anyone's spiritual experience and cause a cacophony of British tutting around the church to boot. I just felt too exposed. My reserve melted and I scuttled away to the vestry to feed with the door ajar so I could hear the service at least. As it happens, it was likely a good choice as my baby was fretful and putting up a bit of a fight. I would probably have become exposed at some point of the proceedings. However brave I am about public breastfeeding I don't think the time was right for nipples during Holy Communion

Anyway, on my return twenty minutes later 'The Peace' was in progress. The vicar, doing her rounds of the congregation, came to wish us peace. As she shook my hand she asked if I had gone to feed my baby. I said yes, truthfully. I was burning to ask her about the 'appropriateness' of feeding in church, but before I rustled up the courage the vicar smiled and walked on to the next congregation member. However, in her face there had been no judgement. No disapproval. Would this have been the same if I had sat and fed in the pew? I actually think it would have. Another congregation member commented on how my efforts to keep the baby quiet reminded him of his wife and their children when they were small. I wonder if he knew why I had left the room and whether his wife had done the same. Others told me that me and my baby were quite welcome and they didn't mind being disrupted by cries. But then, did they know what had gone on in the vestry?

To me, my naked breast makes no difference to my communication with 'Him Up There'. He knows what goes on between me and my baby and I am sure would not avert His eyes (Wow, quite philosophical for a first blog). Also, as far as I am concerned, the alternative was either a screaming baby (which nobody wants) or me missing out on a service that at that time I felt in need of (just a lot to be thankful for right now). Breastfeeding in church was really the most sensible option. I only wish that I had the strength to stay in the pews. I bet that nobody would have noticed, and if they did they would have taken no issue. But I was too scared – and that is a shame. Why should I feel concerned? Where has that fear come from? But, I still breastfed in church. I didn't go home. I didn't just walk around trying to quiet a starving baby with bounces and pats while her cries got on everyone's nerves. And, if nobody else, the vicar knew what I did (and God if you are inclined to believe such things). Next time I'll have to be brave and stay put....maybe.

"and you shall nurse, you shall be carried upon her hip,
and bounced upon her knees.
As one whom his mother comforts,
so I will comfort you;
you shall be comforted in Jerusalem." (Isa. 66:12)