The View From Kalamazoo

I’m including this in the spirit of ‘You’ve GOT to be kidding me!’

Ok, I’ve fed Colin in restaurants, including Taco Bell, numerous times. It’s not that hard to be discreet, I don’t even know that anyone even noticed what was going on most of the times I’ve needed to feed him, much less saw anything interesting. I’ve often wondered what I would say if approached (ok, whether I’d be calm and firm and unwavering or pissy and cussing and unwavering. heh) but have never had a problem (except for my Dad, who got very embarassed one evening at Red, Hot, and Blue when Colin was a few weeks old. Not that it stopped me…I have a belligerent streak). I have a small collection of (“magic”) nursing shirts, and nursing bras, and can manage just fine. Even without a magic shirt on I don’t show much of anything beyond my usually-hidden below-beltline pooch.

The only incredibly bad thing about trying to nurse while out for dinner is booths.