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Saw this post in the Hockomock Swamp Supper Club and Desserts Emporium (yea, that’s a group) bad mouthing Grill 58 in Halifax…..
Oh for fuck’s sake. One of these. As a mother, I can totally relate to breastfeeding your kid when you’re out to dinner. I’ve done it before, because when you eat, your baby needs to eat too. That’s just science.
However, it’s really not hard to cover up. You can sit right at the table and your kid can get his or her nutrients while you carry on in conversation and eat your food. No one can actually see what’s going on, but it’s plainly obvious that you’re ringing the dinner bell for your vulva grenade. Anyone who just feels like whipping out the gerber servers and subjecting a bunch of strangers to a lactating shoulder boulder is an attention seeking twatwaffle trying to prove a point.
But whenever some breastfeeding Nazi makes a declaration like this the Gestation Gestapo shows up to destroy the business in her honor…..
Seriously? The hostess asked you nicely to cover up your leaky fupa faucets. They didn’t tell you you couldn’t breastfeed in the restaurant or at your table. They just nicely asked you not to treat everyone to an episode of Lactation Live.
Someone suggested that all she had to do was just throw a piece of cloth over her big gulps while feeding her baby. But apparently that was too much to ask for as well….
Here’s the thing this nurse (who happens to be a lactation consultant) didn’t mention – her kid turned two in December:
So he’s actually closer to three now.
Yea, that kind of matters.
God I can’t stand these clams. If you keep going straight on the “I breastfeed till he’s 5” highway, you eventually make pit stops at the anti-vaxxer convention and the “I let my kid decided what gender he is” rest stop.
Last time we wrote about this we got a world of shit, but I’m just gonna say it again because it needs to be said – if you’re breastfeeding your kid who’s gonna be turning three years old soon, you’re a weirdo and the rest of us reserve the right to judge you. The world should not have to accommodate your weirdness. I know, I know – you read some stuff that told you that breastfeeding until they turn 18 is actually better for them because big pharma is poisoning your kid’s Lunchables. But your baby is no longer a baby, and we have a right to judge the shit out of you if you try pulling a stunt like that while the rest of us are out to dinner.
Oh, and why isn’t he eating whole foods when he goes out to eat? You’re at a restaurant. If you must insist on breastfeeding this long then do it at home. When you’re out to eat like this order him some chicken nuggets off the kid’s menu. There’s no way in hell if given the choice between your gerber gravy and a hot dog with french fries, he chooses the gerber gravy. Just because your named after a potato chip doesn’t mean you taste like one.
And how do you even breastfeed a kid that big at a dinner table? She painted a picture of herself feeding a baby in her arms who can’t walk or talk. Babies are small and it’s pretty easy to do that. Plus, you have to hold them anyway.
But this kid is two and a half. I’ve brought two and a half year olds to restaurants. It’s why I stopped going to restaurants. Because they can’t sit down for a 90 minute meal. The kid’s so big that he probably had to be sprawled across the table to get to the goods.
Of course she knew all of this going into it. She knows how ridiculous it looks. But she’s doing it anyway because she’s a lactation consultant who desperately wants to prove a point.
The one guy who actually noticed the child’s age and pointed it out was of course accused of mansplaining….
Hey Jessica, woman here. And I still think this chick is a self-absorbed twit who needs to keep the fun bags out of her kid’s mouth. Especially when out in public. Just sayin.