- The baby would pop off, and my boob would just keep squirting him in the eye.
- I'd nurse laying in bed (which didn't result in suffocation of my child) - well we'd both fall asleep and both wake up in a pool of leaked out milk.
- I've been known to sport a few leak spots in public. I usually always had a coffee with me, so I'd just spill some coffee on my shirt and try to make my milk leakage blend in with coffee spillage.
- My son would make really weird noises while eating and quite frankly, it kind of grossed me out. I probably gave him a lot of odd looks when I should have been smiling down all nicely to him like most mothers.
- Then I thought that freezing breast milk in ice cube trays was really cool. I don't think my husband can ever look at ice cubes the same way now. At one point, I was tempted to stick popsicle sticks in them, but apparently 4 month-olds can't really handle popsicles. That put a kibosh on that idea.
I actually admire people who breastfeed in public because I could never be that coordinated (nor could my babies). Maybe because my boobs are so small? Even at home - I pretty much just had to whip my boobs out and chant "go, baby, go!" But I think the real reason for my inability to be graceful at nursing was that I didn't have a Brest Friend.
I personally like the water bottle pouch on the side. If I had a Brest Friend, I think I would have been better. I mean, who doesn't want a nursing pillow with a water bottle holder? I think that was the downfall of my nursing. I didn't have that luxury.