Then a random guy said "Are you looking for the meeting?" I said "yes," he then pointed me away from the crowd. Thank heavens! I'm not shy about my body, but...maybe I am?
I was the first person to show up. Then a few more women trickled in. I saw big booty babies (they were cloth diapered) and thought these are my people! They had natural births, cloth diapered, were drinking green smoothies, and were huge breastfeeding advocates. Right away one lady started feeding her little 7 week old daughter. That set the tone of comfortability for me. If the meeting lasted longer than 30 minutes (which was when his next feeding was due), which it did, I felt just fine with feeding him in front of these dozen or so other women.
We went around the circle to introduce ourselves and explain how our Christmas traditions have changed since having a baby. Every woman said they scaled back in some way or another. When it circled around to me I said that we only put up a little tree. I also asked if they had any advice to feeding in public without showing your whole midriff/boob/cleavage. My oh my did they have wonderful advice! The easiest way seems to wear two shirts (one top and one spaghetti strap shirt underneath that). Now to just have the
Craziest moment was when I was talking to the calmest, sweetest lady maybe on the face of this Earth? She asked about Levi's birth, I proudly told her "We did it! No drugs!" She asked if I had an episiotomy. I said no that I tore. She then asked if they used drugs to stitch me back together. I said "yes - that ish would have hurt." In the most calm tone she explained how it really wan't that bad. She said that she held onto the nurses hand and they just sewed her together. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.