So every year since Stinx was born I've been invited to attend the local annual Breastfeeding Challenge. The idea is to get as many breastfeeding mothers in one room, all nursing at the same time, to promote the "normalism" of breastfeeding (at least to my understanding). But I've never gone. Not for any reason in particular. But I find myself going this year. Tomorrow morning to be exact. With my nursing baby, Bitta. Which is ironic.
Because, like I have mentioned before, Bitta doesn't nurse in public. So to be going to an event like the Breastfeeding Challenge, with the baby who doesn't like doucies in public, proves to truly be challenging ;)
At 11am someone will take count of all the babies latched on at the same time. I'm curious to know if we will count if Bitta is flailing away from my breast at the exact moment they are to count us. Hmmm. I think they'll count us anyway.
I am praying for some sort of miracle. The type of miracle that involves a baby breastfeeding for more than 3 seconds (literally) in a room full of other women and babies. It will take a miracle!
I'll let you know how it goes.
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