Vivian and I are not so graceful when it comes to breastfeeding. I say "we" because the nurse in the hospital explained to me breast feeding is like learning a dance and your baby has two left feet. Viv is a very lively baby and kicks and moves her arms like an air traffic controller while eating her "meals". The hooter hider becomes completely useless. One day there was an old man full on staring while I was nursing in the middle of a department store. He looked so concerned. I'm sure he thought a squirrel crawled up my shirt or something.
You would think after a few months we would get the beat of this dance and the squirreling would stop-but it's not stoped she is just getting bigger! So you can only imagine. I have two sisters-in-law who are currently b-feeding their infants and are total professionals. I had in my mind after watching both of them for the past 6 years on and off feeding each of their 3 children-that breastfeeding is a breeze. Not for me! My Mom also BF me for 18 months. She always reminisces on how sweet of a bonding time it was and how memorable. I can say this time will definitely be memorable.
Bottle line of this story.... I have given up being an exhibitonist. The pump has become my best friend.