Fish. Sharks. Sharkrays. Stingrays. A sleeping baby all the way through. Perfection.
On to lunch.
C is super excited to sit in a booster seat these days so I'll take it. We sit down. We order lunch. He is being an angel. And I no longer have a sleeping baby. Oh and she's hungry. Her little not even 8 pound body hasn't eaten in 2 hours and she's hungry.
Thinking this might happen, I asked to be seated in the back of the restaurant. Also, it was 11:15. We were the first people in there for lunch. I planned it this way. I'm a planner. Duh. (See, I considered waking her up in the aquarium to feed her. It's dark in there and busy. No one would likely notice. Problem was I had visions of chasing Cannon around the penguins, trying to keep his hands out of the shark tank with one boob out. That vision was enough to wait.) So if E had to eat we'd be alone and I had a cover I'm borrowing from a friend and I could do it.
Or could I?
Enter a field trip. Of middle schoolers. Not kidding. Couldn't be a bunch of kindergartners and their moms who would for sure smile at me reassuringly as I nursed the baby at the lunch table. Nope. A field trip of middle schoolers. Phe. Nomenal.
Then. I remembered this. Hey, guess where we were having lunch? That's right. Johnny Rockets. Hey. Guess which Johnny Rockets we were having lunch in? That's right. The one where the manager kicked the mama out. Cue sweat glands. Would they think I was staging some sort of 'sit in'? Making a statement? I wasn't. I'm not interested in making statements. I'm not in this to take a stand. I just
So, I have a screaming two week old. A two year old quietly enjoying his lunch. And I'm in a restaurant where mere months ago a mom was lectured and given the boot for nursing on the patio. I was inside. Surely that's even worse. Eff.
I have to feed her. I have to feed her. I try soothing her other ways. Does. Not. Work. Screaming 2 week old. Not good for a nursing mama. Or anyone else for that matter. Fumble fumble. Get cover on. Fumble fumble. Cannon tells me I'm playing hide 'n seek with Emerson. Fumble fumble... and LATCH! Hoo. Ray. Five minutes I feed her. That has to be enough to hold her until we get to the car or better yet, home. It is. We are subsequently ignored for the rest of the meal by our server (who until now had been making ketchup faces in bowls and talking to Cannon about fish). He brings the check. Just to spite him I order a kiddie milkshake (that and cause I wanted one). To go.
So. I did it. I fed the baby. In public. Barely. But it's a start I guess. Maybe it will get easier? Got any tips? How bout confidence boosters?
The Best part? I didn't flash any middle schoolers. I don't think.