Support your breasts

The past two days, I have gone to a couple breastfeeding support groups. I was reluctant at first simply because we’re not really having any problems (if you don’t count last night where he screamed and cried after an hour long feeding, ate some more and then spit it all up, all over my shorts). But in the Grand Scheme, I don’t have sore nipples or a kid who won’t eat or can’t latch on, etc. But I wanted to get out and meet people, so that’s what I did.

The first group was… not necessarily organized the way I thought it would be. What it really is, is a large brightly colored room with mostly uncomfortable desk chairs, two squishy armchairs, and one big couch, where moms sit around feeding their babies and chatting. It’s pretty much every man’s dream as there are more boobs than any man’s eyes could handle. I chose not to feed on day one since Elliot wasn’t hungry and it’s only an hour, he can make it. But I did strike up a conversation with the girl next to me and that was pretty good. What I did get out of that group was some info on their upcoming breast cancer 5k I now plan on participating in.

The second group, which meets Tuesday and Thursday, is run by the woman who taught my childbirth class. She has a guest come in each day and they talk about different things. Yesterday the woman tried to sell us on baby wearing which I am not really against… I just don’t believe that if you don’t have your child next to you 24/7 that they will grow up to have problems. Think of all the children of your generation whose parents let them cry it out sometimes; some of them turned out ok, right?

But anyway, I’ll probably keep going to the meetings just to have something to do, some place to go where it’s ok if your baby cries. Plus, I might actually meet some new friends. Wouldn’t that be nice?