The Zoo - Part 2

Well, now that it’s been almost a month…

He had a wonderful time. He spent most of it sleeping. The one time he was fully awake, the tiger tried to eat him. I suppose there’s a reason he’s not a fan of large felines.

The following day we went to the Museum of Nature and Science. He loved looking into the recontructed face of the mummy. Everything else he could have cared less about. It was nice to walk around, though.

The coolest thing (I hate to make this blog all about boobs but…) was that I nursed exclusively at both places. The zoo was entirely more comfortable. There were the unofficial “Nursing and Changing Bleachers” in front of the primate exhibit. I suppose we all figured with the gorillas flinging poo across from us, our boobs wouldn’t be that big of a deal. So, at any given time, there were 2-5 of us sitting in front of the primates breastfeeding. Ocassionally, a non-breastfeeding group would sit down prior to glancing around. Upon realizing this was the breast bench, they would either giggle or look horrified, but never get up and leave immediately. I found it quite impressive how one set of two women managed to giggle each time they looked up and saw us all, then return to staring at their feet, but didn’t leave for about 20 minutes.

The museum was a whole other story. The two times I nursed him, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. Once, I sat in the corner with a blanket over his head. That lasted about 3 minutes before he started pulling it off and crying. The second time, I sat in a booth in the back but no longer in the corner. I got steel eyes from 2 old ladies sitting across from us. This time the blanket was put back on everytime he’d yank it off. It’s funny how uncomfortable people can make you feel just by looking at you.

We did see a friend of ours who just had a baby in September. Unassisted home birth. I am in awe of her. She had her 1 month old, 3 year old and 2 year old with her. Her 2 year old has albinism and is partially blind, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he’d take off from her, giggling his head off like a crazy man. She’d been there for 7 hours and only then had her children begun to get a little restless. Again, I was in awe. I honestly don’t get why mothers aren’t placed on velvet couches, fed hand-peeled grapes and fanned all day long. It’s really the least the world can do.

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