I was just reading an article about breastfeeding in public, here on Gather. It reminded me of a funny thing that happened to me when I was nursing my son.
My son was about four months old. He was the first born. I had milk delivery service twice a week as it was sometimes difficult for me to get to the store because of the baby, and because at that time I had no car.
So one early morning, I was nursing my son, wearing a low cut nightgown, which was convenient because I didn’t have to do much to provide my son with “access.” I finished nursing him and put him back to bed just as I heard the milkman drive up. I had forgotten to put the check outside and I was a week late paying because I had forgotten the previous week. I had the check made out and sitting next to the door so I ran out to the front door, opened it and handed the milkman the check. We chatted for a few minutes and I was aware of him having a funny little smile on his face. I didn’t think much of it. I said good bye, smiling brightly, and closed the door. Just as I closed the door, I felt a draft on my chest, which was strange because I was wearing a terry cloth robe over my nightgown. I looked down at my chest and not only had my robe shifted but my breast had sort of fallen out of my nightgown and was fully exposed.
I just about died! I canceled the milk delivery that week. I just couldn’t think of that man having seen my bare breast!