Not sure how many of you have already discovered what I’m about to write about, but just in case you haven’t….[tag]nursing[/tag] mother’s tune in NOW!  How many times have you found yourself out and about in the mall when your little one starts trying to latch on to your chin, your shoulder, the buttons on your shirt, etc, etc… There’s no denying it, it’s time to nurse.

Although in today’s day and age, this natural and simple act should be viewed as exactly that, and yet it seldom ever is.  It seems that any public feeding also breeds group gawking.  Sit on a bench and every passerby seems to lean in for an oggle or others look away disturbed and uncomfortable.  Sit in a food court and the next thing you know, you find yourself with a whole entourage at the surrounding table - usually the company includes a group of giggling teenagers, some creepy older man, grandmas who have a million and one comments about how in their day this was unheard of, or if you’re lucky, another young mom who has been through it and actually decides to play defense and try to block nosey onlookers viewing habits.

So what to do???  Well, when you’re really lucky, the upscale department stores often offer comfortable, well appointed [tag]nursing rooms[/tag].  Not bad, except they’re often small and already occupied by what I like to call the “selfish suckle set.”  They’re the ones who lock the door behind them so that no other privacy seeking mommies can sit in the space.  Come on girls, a little sympathy here!  We’re all going through this.  No wonder there’s a lack of [tag]mother support groups[/tag] out there. 

Okay, so with such an obstacle before you, what’s next?  Well, there’s always the standing up in a bathroom stall approach, but honestly, I’ve only done this on a few desperate occasions and  1 - It’s ridiculously difficult  2 - The odors can at times become offensive 3 - It shouldn’t have to be this way. 

After many a disgruntled occasion and a screaming infant in distress, I experienced one of my lightbulb moments…  Enter a store, grab a garment and ask to try it on in the change room.  Often when they see you coming with a stroller, they’ll give you the biggest cubicle, yes, the one with the bench.  What does this translate to?  A place to sit and nurse, a place to change diapers, no unpleasant odors and not a single nosey onlooker in sight.  Fantastic!  Oh sure, you will get the odd knock on the door “Ma’am, is everything alright?  Can I get you another size?”  Just play along.  I can handle the mild mannered salesgirl over a group of fourteen year old boys on a peekaboo discovery mission, anyday!

So the next time you find yourself in [tag]public nursing[/tag] mode, duck into the nearest store and discover my….. ummm, our secret room!

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