I’m writing this in a café where I may have just offended over a quarter of the clientele. This is because mere moments ago I stuck a hand down my jumper, unclipped my bra, exposed the bottom half of an engorged breast and put my baby onto it to feed.
Unfortunately I do not look anything like a Disney Princess when I breastfeed. I look like a woman who is sitting awkwardly and could do with a cushion. My baby’s head does not neatly cover up any exposed breast, and my nipple intermittently comes into view when my son latches off (which he has a habit of doing when the flow gets too fast, sending thin arcs of watery milk across the keys of my laptop).
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