Friday, April 4, 2014
Trip to California
Last weekend I got to participate in one of those life events I wouldn't have missed for the whole world. My good friend, Estelle, got married in the Newport Beach temple. I flew down for two days and stayed with my sister. I attended the sealing which was emotional and special to all who attended. The reception was fun and it was nice to see so many people I know. I just love being in California. It feels like home. And I'm so happy for Estelle!
The flight there was easy enough. I nursed Ava to sleep and she was calm the whole time. It was nice to have an hour to read a book! That's a rare commodity in my life. I sat by a nice man who was aware and respectful of breastfeeding and seemed to understand. The flight home was a different story. Ava was having a decidedly harder time and because standing up to bounce and sway wasn't a feasible option, I nursed her several short times and this time I wasn't sitting next to people near as understanding as before. People were positively staring. I only brought one blanket and was using it to swaddle her, so I was not covering up. Don't get me wrong, I was plenty modest and nobody would have seen anything unless they leaned over and put their face in her face, but that didn't stop the stares. The obnoxious, obvious kind. The man next to me did not seem like a family man and seemed very uncomfortable. The rows next to me were filled with teenage girls who were in a group traveling together. All of them staring. I was so uncomfortable for at least half of the flight. Then, Ava started to calm down a little and I realized that my example may bare fruit someday. One day when one of those girls has a baby, she might think "Breastfeeding is okay" or "I can breastfeed in public," all because some crazy lady sat across from her on an airplane and openly breastfed.