Saturday, February 21, 2009

And then I hid under a rock.

Last night, my hubby took me (and Bug) out to dinner at the Cracker Barrel. And, let me tell you what, there is nothing better than stick-to-your-ribs, country cookin' breakfast for dinner! I swear, the sawmill gravy and buttermilk biscuits are to die for! And that hash brown casserole. And the country smoked ham. And pretty much EVERYTHING ELSE, except the grits. Yum!

But, I'm not here to blog about the delish grub.

Of course, yesterday was "one of those days". You know, the kind of day where the baby decides that he's too grown up for regular naps, so he only gets one in the early, early afternoon. The kind of day where he is totally unpredictable. And that's probably why I didn't get dinner ready...thus the meal at Cracker Barrel.

We were sitting there at our table, sipping our water, trying to entertain Bug. (I always hold him in my lap until our food comes, because he doesn't like to sit in the high chair very long.) Then, I decided I would nurse Bug before our food came out, just so there would be a greater chance that I could sit him in the high chair and eat my own meal in peace. So, I got out all my nursing gear (Yep, that's right, I just plopped 'em out there! Actually, I mean, I got out my nursing cover and a burp cloth for the inevitable spraying). And I was struggling with that DOGGONE nursing bra when Bug decided he wasn't going to be patient. He started SCREAMING! You probably would have thought he was being tortured, rather than about to be nursed.

Seriously, I think you are underestimating how loudly he was screaming.

And guess what? THE WHOLE FREAKING RESTAURANT TURNED TO LOOK AT ME!!!! And there I was, struggling with my screaming baby, trying to get my stupid bra unclasped, trying to not flash anyone (though my husband swears some guy walking by the window got a peek), trying to get Bug latched on, my face was hot and flushed, my hair was in my face, and every single person was LOOKING at me.

So, what did I do? I started speaking -loudly- about how rude people are, and how I'm just trying to nurse my baby, people don't need to be so freakin' nosey, go ahead and look you rude people...blah, blah, blah. And my husband, trying not to laugh, smiles and says, "I love you, Honey. You're so spirited."

7 comments:

Veronica Snapp said...

Oh that doesn't sound like fun!! Stupid rude people always watching! I think I might have wanted to do the same thing!

Mommy Bee said...

HAHAHAHAAAA!
That's good. You're more gutsy than I am. I wish I'd been there to bust out a boob and nurse along side you. My 2yo is not discreet at all. He also loudly says "MY NURN!!!"

Rachel said...

Oh goodness. I wish I were as brave as you. Me, in similar situations: avoid all eye contact, fumble much longer than necessary with the bra, almost drop the baby, and then finally, FINALLY get him situated. Good job. I'm impressed.

Melinda said...

I think by the time you have your third baby you're a pro with nursing in public. It was hard for me with my first baby; but now, I can hold a blanket in my teeth, unclasp my bra by giving it a dirty look and no boobage is seen by anyone! hahaha

Future Mama said...

OMG OMG OMG!!! This is the FUNNIEST thing I've read in awhile! Seriously, hahaha!! Ok.. I think this is deemed for a mommy moment of the month! That would SO be me!! Ok... Stay tuned around the end of the month :o) And thanks for the good laugh... I think that would be me.

I'm happiest to hear that your husband wasn't freaking out but just laughing with you!

Nightowl Mama said...

HOpe you don't mind another comment but good for you. Baby's have to eat! You could of always offered milk to the customers if they didn't stop looking at the peep show and all.

Mallory said...

I never mind comments, Nightowl Mama!