Nothing feels as stirringly rewarding and agonizingly frustrating as motherhood. I would be lying if I said I haven’t experienced feelings of elation and irritation in equal measures too. Really, nothing prepares you for a baby or for that matter, the ordeals that come with breastfeeding them.
I had my feelings of delight when I first began breastfeeding too and went on to post a couple of pictures on social media of me breastfeeding with a cover. Almost instantly, I got a lot of negative comments about how this goes against the grain of “normalizing breastfeeding”. Even one of my closest friends, Debra, who is herself a mother, called me out and told me all about how I should #dropthecover. “How can your baby possibly breathe under a cover?”, “You try bringing a blanket with you to dinner and placing it over your head!”, “The cover only draws more attention to the fact that you are feeding your baby”, she wailed.
The cover gives me the peace of mind to do this and bond with my baby without becoming self-conscious about it. I can parent in a way that makes me happy and ultimately that is what counts.