England - a breastfeeding tour
We went to England for a long weekend. Baby is a terrific traveler as long as he knows where his noo-noos are.
I breastfed him at Westminster Cathedral, Regent’s Park, London Zoo, and on a canal boat going to Camden Lock.
He nursed on the Tube, while we flew on the London Eye, and for a long time in London Aquarium in front of the skates and rays exhibit.
In between visiting Buckingham Palace and riding on top of a red double-decker bus we stopped in a pub called “Bag o’ Nails” to have a drink of momma’s milk.
He fell asleep on the boob in an Indian restaurant called “Coriander.” Had falafel and tabbouli washed down with breastmilk another night. Enjoyed a sundowner straight from the tap on a boat converted to floating bar in the Thames.
He had noo-noos on the Heathrow Express train, on the 757 flying over and the Boeing 777 flying back. He nursed in Newark airport and on the Embrauer puddle jumper back to Richmond.
We are a good team. He tugs on my shirt and points to my chest. I cuddle him on my lap and give him discreet access. Probably not more than a couple hundred people actually noticed.
