A story about my boobs

Today, May the 25th, marks the first and only day that I actually whipped my boob out in public and nursed Anna.

(Holds for applause). (And holds for retching noise from my brother to end).

Ah, thank you. Thank you.

I was at StrollerFit class and Anna got hungry at the end of it when we were all sitting in the park with our babies. So, I attempted to give her the bottle of milk I brought... but I don't think she likes taking bottles from her Mama, because she was having none of it.

It was only making her angrier and angrier. And the poor thing was crying. Since I can't stand to hear her cry (it breaks my heart when she gets the tears going, too), I thought "Hey - these other Mamas have certainly seen nipples before. And my poor Anna is hungry!"

So out came the boob, (sans hooter hider), and Anna was instantly happy again.

And I got over my issue of breastfeeding in public.

Yay for me.

And my boobs.

And for making Anna happy.

The end.

Don't ever make me take that mean old bottle again, Mama. I'm all about your boobs. Just like Daddy.